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Listening, a Poem

Translated… There Came, the Coughs of a Field Maple Outside My Windows And Perhaps, it’s a Hymn Sung by the Leaves, Mourning Their Deaths Suddenly, I Hear the hands of time will keep on turning, nonstop!  Not my photo… The … Continue reading

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