Saturday, January 3, 2009

The wind winds the leaves
The leaves float upon the waves
They shall never fall

The world is whitewashed
Snow lay upon the old earth
The drifts grow deeper

Rain spills from the clouds
Everywhere the flowers grow
Their struggle never ceases

The sun burns like love
The ocean spray beckons now
Each wave brings new fish

Tic-toc sounds the time
Calendar pages tear off

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