Winterscore ©
Wednesday, July 1, 2026
In this vast openness
In this vast openness
A morning moon still here
The stars no longer shine
The sky is blue and clear
Lingering and hanging
Time pressing as it goes
Transparent and sliding
Reluctantly it knows
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