Weather chisels through,
Virgin hollow hiding tree trunks,
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A tiny droplet,
Taking a stroll down the stream,
Clouds are but masked thieves.
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In my balcony all alone,
Amidst leaf fall my mind too, prone.
A few grains in my closed hand,
I await the sounds of the Sparrow Band.
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Termite Army
Army of dark termites,
Engulf the pale sunflower,
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Crawlers Fancy
Black Umbrella dance,
Two little croakers’ romance,
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