Growing scath
Rustling leaves
drailing dripping
Mushroom
Wind singing
Pushing from
a rock platform
Throwing a laughing
Love
An accented rustling
Rustling
Hidden behind a rock
Growing
Laughing
Singing
A flower blooms in a
wooded glade
for an hour or
two
it is mine
for that long
Plus eternity.
(12 February,1984)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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