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The frog’s call, Grasshopper’s whir, And the ‘Chi chi chi!’ Of the gecko Weave a tapestry Of sound ..

All along the riverbank, The thin sun falls And lands without impact. It’s so cold! And the way is so far. Will Summer ..

She’s gone now But she left some drawings- So beautiful I can’t look at them.

Do clouds look down idly at the earth and wonder at the succession of forms endlessly drifting past?

There are no words For this feeling; Broken chair. Empty cardboard box. Lost in a strange city.

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