no one standing—a stone path digging deepinto the woods * warm on either sidebeneath the clouds that loiterin lustful haze * she camein moments when the sunreflected on the glass * water and lightreflected before moving onto another day * stretching onthe rivers render the earthfrom one moment to …
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alone in the bush where night is calling within the open sky as dark as the one I love I wander in the sand while cutting twigs in a path the bells have echoed somewhere in the night this midnight soup has broken up my …
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seeds impregnate the earth whispering and loving its children grown among the wandering souls each morning in spring where it is quiet where we sit in silence to behold the morning sun
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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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