" 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, September 09, 2004
vague, hasty and too raw...again
but it's been awhile
the day and the wind
the days are heartless with its touch
to beget both dawn and dusk
yet in the night it ensconces
amongst the slumbering a clandestine
now leave the night to spin its thread
sleep soundly and do not stir
lest to unnerve the moon that dwells in the lake
wont the cold wind blow tonight?
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