wind and sea—the leaves we leavefor other generations little by little—the leaves line upto be lifted by the wind pure sky—awakened to soundof single leaf trees and skies—the generations growfrom leaf to leaf running in the wind—searching for “self”in the veins of time water and life—a drop in the moon’smidnight …
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Successive years of falling leaves, as gold- Enameled flowers flitter out, around The garden nook, with simple stories told To fragrant crowds at play on dampened ground. This time we sipped a cup of coffee cold And spoke of speckled, thinning hair once brown; A …
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