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Winter

winter dawn a patch of clouds blossom a bare tree holding on with what she left behind winter moon winter rain the urge to feel the newborn full moon winter’s stillness in a soap bubble uphill walking she takes me into winter clouds winter deepens . . . lungi shivering on the beggar's face on the rock . . . the descent of water ends winter's loneliness winter twilight homing mynahs over my backstroke

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Date: 1/21/2013 12:15:00 PM
'winter twilight homing mynahs over my backstroke' fantastic lines are you a painter? your work creates a wonderful world. you have found a voice that speaks to the reader. i look forward to reading more of your work
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