In Central Park the cherries start to bloom This sun-drenched day when birds have left their notes For us, intruders in their sanctuary moats, Unseen but heard where shaded branches loom. I walk a path that’s filled with cut-wood chips, Fine grass and leaves enveloping …
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Around the building throughout the day,These joyful guests convene on beamsWith songs that carry auspicious signs,Arriving through the curtained screens. Sunset guides them down to town for rest,But dawn will draw them to the river streams,Until they reach the swans assembled together,Watching them soar, as in …
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