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Sunday, February 19, 2006

The Garden Circus

At the foot of a willow Weeping gray moss and earth I trace the dirt with a finger The outlined sky above Water colored tears Shades of blue, And empty patches of white I brush the wetness from my cheeks Smearing soil like tribal paint My cries too soft to be heard Yet they linger like winter... Sign in to see full entry.

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