" flower in winter
soon to wither
a life in stone
to see it in bloom
whither do we bemoan?
sleep well april showers,
if ever in winter december
the snow's beauty veiled by cold.
do not mind the unmoving white
tip it over, let it fall once more "
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Saturday, July 19, 2003
Absence Of Leave
myself, i found on a drift
in my monastery of dreams.
many a petal
petals of sigh;
on a zephyr lost about the thicket
there my dreams lies.
glimpses of earthly embrace beyond
but then once more, the early morn
for a bloom, i'll give a garden
please, beyond my dreams' luxuaries.
only for a hope of leave
myself, i found on a drift
a dream of my monastery of dreams ...
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