Sunday, July 25, 2010


All summers to come for sure remember
how a desert storm
emptied one mighty river from its origin
And in spring how butterflies fly around
in colours of autumn in their wings
and how a sea pulls back its treasures
to one rock cave when clouds slid down
from mountains to grab sea shells
and from the valley of sunset
how seasons move forward
to one flute to sing alone in silence

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