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outside my window
wet white flakes fill up the sky,
so many haiku
posted by name of the rose at 10:56 p.m.
soak the edge
The inside of thought is where everything teems and stirs with a thousand cracks is where the water meets the shore like threads pulled taut that soak the edge
1 Comments:
Brilliant... simply beautiful... and so true. Like every face in a crowd... like every leaf falling in autumn... like every drop of dew in a garden... Beautiful!
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