" 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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Thursday, January 08, 2004
metade fumaca
lighted incense
soft odor of clarity
beyond masquerade
'tis beyond me
a mirage of reverie
breathe in renewal
for my hands' on heaven
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