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Dec 2013
What say thou; sweet rains mean nothing to land -
Be its pride parched, drowning in tears, near death,
Perhaps, - no; rain will mean nothing to land.
What say thou; the wind without Easter's breath
Can reap the barley in the fall. Then reap,
Wind, what thou hath lost before. What say thee -
What, yet again? This chasm, 'tis too deep
To cross with words, to bridge with memory.
Thou means't much; say'st e'en less with words unlit -
Claim the world's brushstrokes, plant again thy means!
Cast away from Earth's polarized orbit
Stand far, stand still - hold this image for me.
What means't the sun? The light of warmth of light;
Means't the world tomorrow be not today bright?
Mulan
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Mulan
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