" 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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Sunday, October 05, 2003
yellow box
im drifting back
smoke in my eyes
tomorrow
that's my mind
come
i found another
a flick of light
forward
that's my mind
live
i say for later
again with why
sky
that's my mind
that's my mind
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