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This winter then
Vindication is not
a substitute for happiness.
Drab is not the colour
of a brighter day.
Young children
filled with great expectations
know only flip sides.
Sublty is lost,
effect without blame.
Moving into deeper canyons
we cannot clearly see
tomorrow.
Why do we do it?
The kites fly waving long tassled tails
and the grass is cool, made for sleeping.
