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Reverie The black swans are quiet and there is no wind today the river is calm with only the slightest ripples the last time i was here i could hear the waterfalls roaring beyond the mountains the reverie; the strength of sound there is baby's tears all over the forest floor; like god had spread open a green blanket i yearn to lay down upon them ancient tree, you blush again shedding your old wise skin, a black panther sleeps in a nook of your sun-reaching limbs birds circle the juicy tree tops but it's orchids that love me most they always remain the same, tongues ready for a passing bee shalome 2006 � |