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Trees swaying

                Swaying like

                                This, whirling,

                                                Hurling themselves

                                                                Against panes

                                                Smash and

                                The warmth

Ebbs to

Freezing wind

But not

                                For long

                                                So we

                                                                Find Ourselves

                                                spinning along

                                breeze changing

                Breeze pushing

Us outside

                Of home

                                We have

                                                Built to

                                                                Find new

                                                Creations of

                                Other’s souls

                Dredged from

Each other

To find

                                A time

                                                Of place

anew