Cone
pine cones
lazy summer days
playing hide and go seek
among towering conifers
our footsteps silenced
padded by pillows of pine
sky so pure blue
tipping our heads back
to drink it in
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"We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage… …so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; And take upon 's the mystery of things, As if we were God's spies…"
--King Lear, Act V, Scene 3
--King Lear, Act V, Scene 3
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