Monday, May 27, 2013

A carefully made mistake
Where the reeds find the lake
Recalling the cool of your presence
A flower for you, and
A cloud for me. I planned
To write a letter, never sent it.
Can it be enough to enjoy
The present at a moment's notice?


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