The sound of wooden rake scratching concrete.
walk nearer - rustle of dry leaves.
This, the beginning of a Japanese haiku
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I’m the man to be,
cos I’m me, me, me;
but you’re just you
and who cares who
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Bonding, but not binding…
now, there’s true love, for you…
fondly done by finding
what joins you for true…
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flutter by,
butterfly..
no crime
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When I was a-dyin', lyin' on the sidewalk,
head split, blood 'n brains a-runnin' down the drain,
my life flashed backwards in my mind, just like they sez it does;
the dog came to life again; she came runnin' back;
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The heart so loves to love,
loves love, beyond the loving all;
The mind so plays, so loves to play,
plays with that greater play
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the singing in the living, listening heart
tells love in whispers; and the heart is always
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What in the lovely gaining, loves you?
What does the bird that’s flying, bring?
What in the lovely gaining, fills you?
What does the flying-bird sing?
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O, what is the song this late, late rose is singing?
where will its petals fall, pale orange-yellow rose?
when shall the breeze and the rose cease laughing, dancing,
when will the raindrops bring time, and loss, and tears?
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When everything is said, my love,
there’s only love to say;
and though love’s word can not be said,
and love will live when we are dead,
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