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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan 
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Above snowy fields A hawk gyres in blue air With outspread wings The sea beside the shore Softly laps the posts of an old pier Wind sounds among the ruins Of cabins fallen down A single white ship Faintly seen on the horizon line Slowly crosses from East to West It is March Not yet warm The new flowers Have as yet not come in bloom To mask the memories of other Springs |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
A painting lives within your words, along with the real feeling of the place. Enjoyed! |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"The new flowers Have as yet not come in bloom To mask the memories of other Springs" Life and living. And it continues. Great write!! JL  |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
Sometimes...the best a man can do is, be at ease with the world. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
'A single white ship" Is this the one that you call a' little white cloud"? |
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