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The invisible joy
like nvisible seeds
green & sound
is planted
for a strange
hunger
in sun’s ray
a palpable
glow
Night,memory
& blue wonders
of this precious journey ...
Ahead, days to spend
in the art of wind
Let’s do nothing!
but fold your secrets
of heart's whispers
into little paper
boats & let them
sail away
---LTG, in a moment of peace [8/1/04]
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