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May mga umagana ang unang kausap ay ang init sa pintuan ng araw
hindi ito nagtatanong,
kundi humihimlay,
tulad ng paanyayang hindi binibigkas, ngun..
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What if we wrote the same thing at the same time?words spilling out like rain,in a place where rain never fallsstill, but certain,stirring the stillne..
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I. The Researcher and the WeaverHe writes from a room where the sea is a wallwhite stone, sky-flung, and lined with fig leaves.Each word he sends tast..
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in the evening, during the rainy days
glowwormsgo around the
top of the trees.
they hither and thither, and they
glitter just like
the city..
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Tonight
Is dead summer
Here in my heart
The flower stops from breathing
The feather fades away
The river has gone dim
It's tongue is wa..
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I treadthe
madnessof the
mute and blind worldstillI
perceivea lightemanatingfrom
its depth,I treadever
onwardin my
pursuit of
..
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warrior returns
homeeventually,but with all the
deathlywings,thelightningthunder,earthquakein that salt-box,she hungers forthe lotus flowerthan ..
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When a vow is made, it becomes truthWhatever may happen it must be fulfilled.When she learned his affinity to blindnessShe decided that she should not..
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Open the door, Breaker of Bones!The door did not easily openI was greeted insteadBy a giant scorpion, thatI had to recite rightfully the spell for..
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It seems you practiced asceticism:stood in one toe in
the snowfor seven and ten
yearsto learn the secret of my
death.Then there, one day, you struc..
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