My Soul* Loves me here*
My search yields nowhere
I scurry off with the afternoon
This has been seen once before
The mountain gets shorter
A rock is the plant
But the blue jay makes his presence
Utterance has come without the wind
The call is never but Now will last
Dom*Colucci 2011
Dom*Colucci 2011
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