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CRyING FLOWERS FREEZING THE EARTH

SEASON DIES IN AN ODE

EMPTY HOLES GRAVEYARDS OF THE TIME

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WATERS RUNS THROUGH THE THOUSAND SCRATCHES OF THE PAST

RUNNING AND SWELLING WITH OVERFLOWING RUSH

FEAST FOR A DIFFERENT TIDE AND BLACK JOY

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DARKENING SHADES

GRADUALLY SAMESELF EARTH

DULL GLAZE IN ONE'S FACE

AND DUSKY WINTER IN THE SADDLE

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SOMBRENESS!

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WHO GRIEVE

WHO REJOICE

POUR OUT ESSENCE OF LOVE

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WHO LOST

AS GREEN POEMS ON THE LEAVES

WIPED AWAY IN NUMBERLESS PAGES

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THEY FAILED THE RECALL THEIR GROUNDS

AS SEA STONES DIES IN ABSENT OF DRYNESS

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AND THEN,

HOPES GROW CLOSE TO THE EARTH