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Jan 2010
Crescent figures
moving slowly,
slipping faster
past your shape;
why d'you stand there -
shaking, rolling?
Racing shadows,
racing fate?
Stop awhile and linger!
Pause! Crumpled, humble
in your state.
You'll find not
the pearls and treasures
in those shadows that you bet.

(c)kRu, 1997
Julia kRu
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