Promenade

The heavenly dancers begin
The skies rest their bows of lightning
On the strings of the sky
As they ply their tune
Thunder rolls across the stage
And the dancers follow (more…)

The Cloud And Earth

                          Ground,
         Twixt life and death decide
   Your herbage swoons — ornaments fade
         What price will you pay, lest I pass you by?
Shall your thirst be abated? Shall I leave you to die? (more…)

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