A place found
In late afternoon
Counting, and counting again
The loaves and the fishes
The illnesses and the dreams
All colours and vibrations
Songs in the key of life
Once to have walked by the hedgerow
Once to make a snowman in the snow
Going now to another place
Where what is left is transient
Heading towards a loss of light
Shaping, and shaping again
The bounty and the cellar
The infirm and irreparable
All silencers and meditators
Pray for prayers in the shape of love
Once to have opened the door
Once to have made a welcome welcome
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