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Fresh fingers moving
Between white rice grains hiding
Flowers of fresh smell
Both hands stretch and try
To touch the feet shrinking back
Blessings from heaven
Moving down to earth
Anxiety-ridden nimble steps
Vanish near the bend
Food is good with three
Of us jokingly fighting
Teeth chewing alone
Time’s clouds see the bow
Raining down beneath
Arch is wet with hues
Souls in flesh and blood
Moving fingers, eyes wide
A sweet song is heard
Computers perched on
Watch me searching on a page
Words freed from a cage
Words jostling with fear
Vying with themselves for voice
On tiptoe waiting
Distant dreams bedeck
Palm trees beside the blue shore
Abandoned buds bloom
Cuckoos congregate
Dirge in chorus hint at birth
Cradle on the treetops
Green velvet spread
Over the face of earth dreaming
Tears on the petals
Black ice-cold stallions
Pull the reins of December
New Year Jumped in
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