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Submitted by Joren on Thu, 12/1/2011, 3:29pm
Brush the surface of the water;
the image is changed.
No hindrance; this dream yesterday.
No hindrance; this wind adores the skin.
Beneath lashes, the shyness of naked leaves,
paper friends, lie laughing together in the bed they make.
No hindrance in their bloom, their falling.
The dance, their protection of this Earth in winter.
Worms seed richness travelling joyfully in decay.
Roll in delicious empty bits of darkness.
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