Sleep, sleep, the day away…

Sleep, sleep,

the day away,

a mystery abounds

amidst the bay,

some call it bright

others say dark,

yet it is always singing

with the lark.

A piece, a passion,

fire and stone,

take the trails

but never alone,

for in them lurks

a hungry key

needy for

a mystery.

Pass the time

among the trees

patient as

we all see,

but do not grab

what floats above

for curiosity

could kill your love.

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