" 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, July 18, 2004
the ebb of hours
dates and days not unlike pebbles
a bargain it seems of a wish for each
to mock the hours once too many
foreordained as it is of day
to live its passing
not unlike lilies by placid stream
alas i found myself perched by its bank
to watch as pebbles skip across the waters
to ponder over wishes for each
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