Poem Category: Camping.

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such dense fog
holding the colour

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the silence the forest has
in breathing

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the breathing from trees
taken by the wind

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when a dot becomes an eagle
from the sky blue

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from a nest of magpies
the melting frost

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all night
the sound frosts crackle

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a boulder stands in
the sound of white water

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swallows stitching
the clouds together

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smiling at a bird song
my ear to the next

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eucalypti touching
across the river