Into the deep dark
Johnclarestokes
Into the deep dark wood
we often must go
far from the sound of
joy, the familiar ones
a deep dark wood where
the light is dim around
but even there in the
dark surround
the sound of one above
a familiar song
Not quite so strong as
when in the brightest light
Nevertheless
a sweet song in the night.
Mockingbird singing
Front yard
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