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Sunday, November 14, 2010
October 23, 2010
This Friendship
It’s like a dahlia
almost too big to believe
one single constellation
of petals – sun’s delicacy
And not that one might
get lost burrowing
like some crazed bee
at high noon
But that in its deep stillness
in its tender grace
is moon twirling
is motions is exhilaration
This Friendship
It’s like a dahlia
almost too big to believe
one single constellation
of petals – sun’s delicacy
And not that one might
get lost burrowing
like some crazed bee
at high noon
But that in its deep stillness
in its tender grace
is moon twirling
is motions is exhilaration
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