(for the philosophers & some ones)
* *
Multitude grows,
manifests
Butterflies flutter
Wind dances
swaying the leaves
Flowers smile
Birds sing
The squirrel climbs the tree
Morning spreads its clear shine
The books fail
Fragility revisits
The verses embrace the waves
The sun, moon ebb and flow
(seeing) the apples fall
Men sit contemplating
Hundreds of years
Watching the rivers flow
The clouds pass by
Do not say anything
11/2015
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