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Edinburgh,15th June 1995

when in summer

brittle leaves fall

softly to the ground

they are no less beautiful;

 

when sunlight plays

upon the laughing currents

of the joyful breeze

life laughs with them;

 

when alone in this idyllic meadow

I beg for the comfort

of dear ones,

solitude is my sole companion;

 

when all else is done,

and night's fluttering veil covers the

blue-creased sky,

the birds fly home.

Ananke
The world I see