as is noted

so many blossoms
swaying in the slow summer breeze
golden against green
we truly do not measure
such sharp beauty with justice

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moments of sharp pain

we dare not ask how
all the moments of sharp pain
freeze into silence
there are so many answers
but we cannot hear a one

as we proceed toward
the place we least expected
to find ourselves in
we discover just how each
measure of value deepens

Published in:  on 1 January, 2008 at 3:35 pm Leave a Comment
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