I left flowers upon your table
To hear you say they would do
Until there flowered better blooms.
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The stumbling steps of a water song
Caught by innocent breezes
Recalled in a future foreign landscape
Where silence grown bold
Retreats before the stumbling steps
Of a distant water song.
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Leave the golden summer debris where
It falls
Permit the winds to cast it where they may
No neat piles of faded glory
But scattered swathes beyond our ken
That deny the tailoring that summer brought.
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Winter dances in with head held high
For the days are swift so she must
Not permit time to sing a lullaby
But rather swirl and toss away
What she may before her last adieu.
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