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Friday, April 8, 2011

April, a poem

Soar low, sweet sparrow
along moist earth
along azure waters
quit the cornflower skies
meet with midnight soil
acquate with the lush grasses

Land, sweet sparrow
along budding branch
along beauteous branch

divorce the hungry breezes
engage with the silent springtime
rest your wings of winter
lie your wings of lithe

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