Friday, September 05, 2008

Streaming streams of thoughts

Ten thousand things I thought
Turned out to be for naught,
In the shadow of

a leaf on the ground,
Not a shred of a

leaf was found.
And so it is with

"I thought it was true,"
Like a bird made for flight,

away it flew.





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