Jun 2015
The leaves not knowing
they are green,
are free of greenness...
nor do they know
they are not the wind
that dances them...
so they remain more than
greenness, and more
than wind.
they are green,
are free of greenness...
nor do they know
they are not the wind
that dances them...
so they remain more than
greenness, and more
than wind.
(NYC)
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