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Oct 2018
Opening your card,
I feel
spring blowing into my heart.
I smell
fragrance from our gentle pond.
I see
splendor of Buddha’s flower.
Only one complaint—
My hands get so busy
picking up this ecstatic sprinkle
of hearts, moons and stars…
Making sure
that I collect
every single piece of love.
from you..
Written by
KENNETH LEONG
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       Bijan Rabiee, Lily and ---
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