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Dec 2012
round, round
beset amidst a fallen fruit
your tiny feet twitch
flit, flit wings speak
forgotten songs left behind
a fallen branch remembers
your sweetness - your beingness
Kozan
Written by
Kozan  Hawaii
(Hawaii)   
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   --- and Pure LOVE
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