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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan 
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. A small nowhere Nothing town lost in Western mountains Gray wooden walls Slate gray roofs A one lane road Wending round And through Beneath Orion’s stars The night air cooling Our lives are changing A lone bird’s call Who are they now Moving among the houses Gathered together As if to a music Where there is no sound Ancient peasants princes Once beautiful maidens And here as well Regardless of incongruity Those friends I had And women I loved Long since forgotten In years ago Mingled among those I never encountered All trailing white sleeves Under a summer moon . |
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Duck1946 Member
since 2011-05-16
Posts 84Nebraska |
Provokes thoughts of lonelyness. But still clean and clear in an odd way. |
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