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Post by pearlquartz17 on Jun 25, 2016 1:38:59 GMT
Stopping at a pine-- my mind clears, reflects the lake in front of me.
A duck disappears beneath the mirror of a rippling June evening.
Grow, willow, stoop so that the lake may absolve your tears.
Flies, mosquitoes, so much world to explore, yet you choose me.
It hangs --over water, through air-- wood smoke hangs, outlasts the sun.
Look, little duck, cars go by, wild specimens!
Man and car, bee and flower-- symbiotic relationships.
Summer night-- wood smoke, calm pond, cool breeze, placid sky, this is as close to Paradise as we will get (and just as good.)
Learn from fish; a happy life they live, not fretting over afterlife.
Clouds are the best calligraphers; look at how masterful their brushstrokes are.
Sunny days are for poetry, cloudy ones for novels, nights for dreams.
Mysterious rainless ripples on the gleaming water's surface-- the willow sapling misses cooler days, and to the water cries, confiding.
One last thought: the lake and wood smoke will draw me back.
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Post by obsidian on Aug 15, 2016 16:51:30 GMT
At first I thought this said some hentai and poetry.
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older than ur mom
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Post by perrot on Aug 28, 2016 3:47:34 GMT
At first I thought this said some hentai and poetry. Same nigga.
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