it is big how life gradually through speaks girls
tall beautifully

                                 and little ugly perfect

                            flowers and flowers and flowers


in WINTERSPRINGAUTUMNSUMMER reign

and rain

                 from wind

                                        wind shook

                                                          ­       boughs              LEAVES!



in crunching miles of soundless quickly trees


                                                   straight and straight and straight


row on row into the night march(but curl a bit at their finger,s
eager brushing)(my heart's fine dismal smirk
                                                           ­                                                 )