Monday, October 24, 2005

the wild flowers and the blossoming lake,
strain for a new day
in a while, they come to their senses
and the avenue is dark in the crystal moonlight,
hanging low on the horizon
forcing the denizens of the causeway to flee,
and the weeds dry, the leaves blow away
and standing against the backdrop
you can be seen.


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