flowers
in
love with the grasses
detached
from the holders
the
sounds of waters
from
the nearby brooks
and
those of the birds
marries
the fall
the
garden
a
stage of fallen flowers
a
bed, full of lovers
with
fresh brown whispering leaves
night
and day
ceaselessly
unite here
in
moments, bloom
through
millions of dawn and dusk
the
numerous cracking, befriend,
celebrate
the falling
waves
of time, fall on the shores
folks write, written
folks write, written
seeds
of love-thoughts, drop on the ground
this
is nature, in permanence
loving
and making love
in
multiple folds, old anew
o
sense, loud and mute
a
sad wall, an island
accursed,
live and stand
a
death that does not die, ages
perpetually
distant
its
height cannot smell the grass
from
where waves wither its cold feet
a
non-living, inert symbol
trained,
groomed, never to fall
all
around, surrounded by
breaking,
falling
sounds
of love
ready
to lose
a
bee just pierced a hole
at
the bottom
a
cracking sound
with
an ouch,
it
went to the other side
busy
in
the same way
falling,
failing,
and
fallingin all of this
the sole wall
looks old
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