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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In the desert she rides across the sun-burnt sands Astride without a saddle, toward the western sky, To follow the sun in its path to foreign lands Where blue birds sing a song that will never die. Mixing the melodies to mask the echoed …
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