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Jan 2022
I am a  swallow,
furnished on a  nest
capturing the essence from  my flight,
diligently following a hidden path.
Pretending Buddha's hand is a hallow truth,
parried by the wind
this old world will not  change because,
you're a fledging
tears like the fallen rain
along with the passing cumulus
Antony Glaser
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Antony Glaser  60/M/croydon
(60/M/croydon)   
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