
In scarlet robes trees
wait for the coming winter
gently releasing

The owls were loudly discussing their ketubah in harvest moonlight

Sacred vibrations drift in every direction Lulav was shaken
In scarlet robes trees
wait for the coming winter
gently releasing
The owls were loudly discussing their ketubah in harvest moonlight
Sacred vibrations drift in every direction Lulav was shaken
Beautiful; flecked with rich humor.
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