Too much sacrifice of life
In walking a dog
Painted on oil paper
Degenerates unfinished
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Buzzing all day honey they gathered
From the daisy and the marigold
Flitting from one branch to another
All built up a hive of gold.
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As long as you keep
Imprisoned in conceit
There's no holding hands;
Pleasure not for me
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A piquant whistle
Has shattered the panes.
The window, perpetually open
Confides secrets of the world
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Sometimes in my dreams
I suffocate myself
In the pressure of
Your clasp, and then
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These alluring castles
Hurry you to quick sand.
Not only is there no fountain,
But disaster.
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The index of the point of a spear
In parabola directs action.
Touching ground leaves no clear
Statement of its course in air.
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A sudden storm burst
The equanimity of
The dazzling white
Moistening the arid brown flesh.
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Having sold his entire life
Baking bread in a tavern
With a shaky disoriented wife,
My father had a plan.
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