Mindful things
Abhorrent flings,
Naught but a slight trickle

Moon time flies,
Summerset dies,
And a noon comes a-too soon.

Many a wander through a path,
And many a see down a dark day,

But only those who can see the sun clear,
And take to heart their hills,

Can be for today,
A mill.

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