In the glimmering shadow seas, gentle whispers tell tales of yesteryear.
Once upon a dumbfound morn,
A little egg dreams on sunny leaves
Seeking voices of hidden friends, lost around,
Playing song-like riddles, along the bend.
An egg eye, looking up, knitting puffy wonders.
And then,
The squirrel with jeweled whiskers hum,
Hiding trickles of light as they spill jocoser,
Opening silent umbrellas under autumn's yawn.
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