pivot on toes almost crashing into shadow
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war engines interrupt the winter birdsong
blood from a foreign place carried on dusk tides
rattle the old bones of the cold city
night stage the winter moon vanishes on cue
beyond the damp earth moonrise
first light non-violence is the way forward
not quite spring her lips blossom
zen garden we imagine a world without war
our connection with nature and the natural world is lost over time as we wage wars, pollute the planet and play god