My January shower of "holiday songlines" breeds blots of sleep

The more I untangle the webs
The more there are
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The more I dream
The more reality I see
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The more I linger by windows
Staring in wonder at seasonal landscapes
The more they cycle by
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The more I open doors
The more I sense promise
Hope
Magical miracles~
In a drop of dew
Misty sunlight
A scent of eucalypt
A sprightly linnet or
Blue wren dancing
A whisper of wind
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The more I seek lands afar
The more lands appear
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The more I wander in rainbows
The more colours emerge
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The more I feel the pain of
The hungry
The lonely
The sad
The lost
The poor of spirit
The more I feel the pain
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The more I linger by earth's deep wells
Tasting sparkling
Fresh
Streams
The more they flow
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The more I remember
Ancient songlines
From somewhere
The more they sing
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The more I touch the mystique of stars
The more they gleam
Impishly
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The more I sail
Into horizon sunsets
The further they seem to be
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The more I empty the cup
The more it fills
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The more I slip into sleep
The more I wake