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Idling under the tree of insanity I linger a moment too long Her tendrils slowly creep down Envelope me and lull me to sleep I dream of wild horses prancing In the summer haze surrounded By dandelions and dragonflies Cavorting in open meadows The lilac sky throbs, aching To disperse its moisture Waiting for a spark to ignite And light up an electric night A parliament of owls sit stoically Above, observing… Read More