do not ask me
to turn down the music
or dim the sun
and its heat
your cold
breath is
turning to fog
before me
because the story must be told
do not ask me
to turn down the music
or dim the sun
and its heat
your cold
breath is
turning to fog
before me
That would beat Japanese poetic capsules in brevity and exotic imagery any fine day.
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Bless you, Uma, you urge me onward
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That is chilling
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,,,”or dim the sun”….Love this!
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thank you dearly
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