Bird sounds from the trees: winged musicians on a branch take a chance on song
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A place to gather words before they get lost.
Bird sounds from the trees: winged musicians on a branch take a chance on song
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A smoldering heat settles down on the valley; cloud cover blanket
Each lotus flower — beautifully resilient — always finds its way
Early evening rain, and we're leaning our heads back to sip from the sky
Butterflies flutter along the meadow flowers: a chaotic arc
A stone of black ink, rubbed smooth by ocean currents: the beach as artist
Cold night explosion: the watermelon busts loose, making us a mess
Ordinary musique; a chamber of melody - the sound of something fierce
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It takes quiet, doesn't it, to notice the lone leaf, dropping?
The way it swoops its way downward, taking its time dancing on the currents
This, the first sign of summer ending, signaling something to a sleepy world
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Blink once; flowers bloom; we're sitting inside the room, just weather-guessing
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