WHYGARDEN twelve
Clouds,
fall softly over me,
like an old white shirt
still carrying the clarity of youth.
I read your tender lines
with the hint of a smile at my lips.
They are engraved into the season,
turning into a bright current of spring
that keeps rising above the clouds.
So many different winds
have crossed every life:
spring and autumn,
summer and winter,
open fields and high cloud banks.
Those moving streams of air
shape us into different mountains and rivers.
If noise is not the life you want,
then enjoy the quiet
of answering only to yourself.
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Time Well Wasted in Spring Light
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