...and then the stone begins to speak
about its silence
the duck that loves nothing but water
stops to admire a word
the birds sing not in notes but in words
that rhyme
the rain too drops haiku on the grass
and the grass creeps with its kept sonnet
...and i who watch all these regret nothing
my lips are sealed.
about its silence
the duck that loves nothing but water
stops to admire a word
the birds sing not in notes but in words
that rhyme
the rain too drops haiku on the grass
and the grass creeps with its kept sonnet
...and i who watch all these regret nothing
my lips are sealed.
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