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May 2014
the wavy air dances its
part with pale sand now purple
with the passions bruise.
the stolen slumber now pulses
through the nerves and roots like beads
of water to quench the mind.
the bud closed holds bark
and dandelion though ash and fire shall
soon spark the nature open.
Chiyo
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