
The grave of a cat
A bud amidst the withered
A drop like a tear
The grave of a cat
A bud amidst the withered
A drop like a tear
It will be time
when the time is right.
Smell the blossom
Wind and the air
I’ve never seen either.
It’s cold today
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Raking gravel
the tool falls apart –
a blackbird sings
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