the house at the end
it’s not the end of the world
but this is at the end of the world
where songbirds forgot to sing
until may crouches in spring
it’s not the end of the world
but this is the end of the world
driving long and far, twist and bend
winding over hill, and meadows end
beauty calling us in, with lavender fingers
and crisp, crunch bites of air
its not the end of the world
but this... this is the end of the world
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