Snow fell early Along a desert road As autumn colors Collide within the flow The earth begins to crack Until, together again, it grows As chaos, disorder falls I slip into it all And hidden there I seek The gems of springtime’s show
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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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