Quiet Life
As I look back now...
Porcelain powder
cakes of June
time tables of two
Count them in every room
Drape less diary quenches her lips
With fingered, mind, she soon grips
A river of white water
To a broken highway
Falling
Into a tail spinning dream
Splashing in a morning brook
Such ripples and only a look
Like a chainless link across the sea
But a bridge I find in me
blue forest swallow
Velvery flight
Seeing you beyond my sight
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