poetry in the garden x
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Beneath the color, a drifting tide
Swinging unmercifully within.
Unfolding tones caress
My fallen word
Whispering to the dawn
Triumphant silence
Invisible am I
Meandering into circles
divided by wind and leaf.
Song upon song.
Sight upon sight
Scriptures rise and fall
Where the summer snow
Remembers.
12 Dec, 2011
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12 Dec, 2011