Though the last leaf fell off
Wish to see
fresh buds at twig ends,
turning leaves,
flowers and fragnance
Hopeful of
afresh seasons
to come
Bow Down, Rise Up
Bow Down, Rise Up | A Song of the Bamboo The breeze stirs, the flowers smile, Butterfly wings hum and play... Waves rise, the river hurri...
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A widespread, short-lived fashion or fad as a specific dance, toy, or diet. A fine network of tiny cracks in a coating, paint, or ceramic ... -
Evening was hours apart Sun went down unexpectedly I was in my journey Thick soft clouds Turning white, gray into black afloat ... -
` They do not roar to prove their worth, Or crowd the spaces of the earth; They filter thought before they speak, In gentle tones, serene an...