Saturday, November 12, 2016


                                        (for the philosophers & some ones)

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Multitude grows,


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


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