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dancing to be flowers (Free verse) by richa

As the light begins to creep over, The cracked rim of a mountain And the slow hail of bark Beats a clock All the sentients come to Among the bit part percussions And recognise the day from Many similar Watching as the sun flatters Its reflection in rivers And on blonde buttercups Turned away from the graves Not honoured just weathered Slow in the long time Just facing the wide sky And dancing to be flowers

princesszoe 21-Apr-03/10:56 PM
nice images. a little obtuse?




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