November 29, 2007
waters edge…serene
Shadows creep, sliding against
malachite willows…
waving to-
the lights glint
…between the ripples
and a heavy wind
sways side to side…
to the rhythm
of beating hearts…
deep below…
where only darkness grows
an ink bottle spilt
its seeds ever blooming
still untold.

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