I'd rather not return
my neighbors went to see
the chimney toppled over
the fallen pecan tree
...
had I just one dream
a final wish would be
that I could dream again
that I could hope again
...
the song I want to play
aches for harmony
but I will keep on singing
till life abandons me
...
Love's gift cannot be given,
it waits to be accepted.
Rabindranath Tagore
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The sweetness of your lips
and kisses I remember,
were lost to early snow
the last day of September.
...
underneath the willow tree
besides the river's edge
the lovers sang an ancient tune
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I see you everywhere
a memory drifting in the air
a phantom left behind
...
the sun is fading from my view
obscuring everything I knew
I trust that it will rise again for me
...
a shaggy black water dog
scaring the fish in the creek
hot coffee on a cold morning
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