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a dried up grain of rice clinging to the black sea

the light

est rain

push

ing me

deep

er

light in

the light

winter rain

first snowflakes the pines begin their journey

the sound of the earth leaving the leaf

i’m slowly soaking into the darkened field

falling through my side of the story blood red leaves

snow falling into a question of light

in the thick of the fog i become a glass star

if in doubt cherry blossoms