lonelyinthelibrary
1.24.2011
Rhea's Lament in Springtime
"Today my son told me
that in the meadows
at the edge of the heavy wood
in the distance, he saw
trees of white flowers
i feel that I would like
to go there
and fall into those flowers
and sink into the marsh near them"
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