syllogism

The path winds along the hill –
braid of your hair, dark.

The kite dips into the clear water –
the mirror of its soul, mecurial.

The ashen tree casts a shadow –
a heave of breath on the soil, dust.

The dance of life pulsates in a stone –
blue gray music of tides, sea.

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