love the wantonness
of the noodle
there is not much
beauty in a manicured garden
nothing in so much order
just structures
do not put on a frame
a falling leaf
do not detach the sea or
the lake
at random, in chaos,
perhaps under no law
real beauty lives as
it dares.
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