night of the watered face of stars has dawned
ordered and scattered like flowers where beauty sleeps
ordinary days
2 minutes ago
Friday, May 18, 2012
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- the breath of all persisting stars
- the singing reaches
- unquestionably
- daisy face
- light rails
- the night air
- cherry blossoms
- falling to earth
- ryokan's words
- somewhere . . . just beneath the surface of this w...
- pink trilliums
- only extend
- i know better
- the watered face of stars
- turtles
- the very small spaces in the forest
- this
- my mum and i
- the rain has stopped
- evanescence
- rush roof
- glass bottles, cans, and adobe
- just passing under
- rainy road
- sun lace clouds
- early afternoon mid-spring on a bench
- sun and water and swamp
- reading the water of my hand
- an ending (ascent) II
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3 comments:
A sweet morning flower-thought... a future strawberry?
Spring? Sprung?
Beautiful lines.
one tiny star has fallen to earth and become a flower, pure and bright.
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