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[01] My Aunt

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Who is walking on a fade tape?
In the falling afternoon of yellow leaves?
Who is going to a mysterious land?

Walk holds hand tightly to that journey
Yesterdays are inflowing into the snake hole
Butterfly can't fix trance while flower blooms
Days enter into night's studio apartment!

Who is that person dazzling at the age of seventy?

Sleeping under a leafless tree unaccompanied alone?
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Shimon Weinroth 23 October 2008

a tribute to the hierarchy of older relatives well done and recorded 10 as usual I am awed by some of your metaphors

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Rinzu Susan Rajan 10 October 2008

BFUL DEDICATION... : D

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Sandra Fowler 21 September 2008

What a wonderful tribute to your aunt. True beauty, like true poetry is ageless. For it is a matter of the soul and spirit. Very touching. Warm regards, Sandra

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