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catch of cloud
a sun stands through
alien apparitions
book of the leaf
(mansion minded)
there is no thing grip
an innocence is sung
some of this the sea blew over
how's that without the words?
let us admire
a catch of cloud
and then the grey's all up
like haiku hung
to witness
the time's vanishing
where you cannot read is best
a world is hollowed here
an end of day each, tug
is there a colour called?
tree is all pointing
a day is parted
in the all towards
words fix and float
and under them, more
we slip to say
we are the tiny writing
and only ones to read
you get between the lines to breathe
what cannot be written must
be best
no cloud was ever caught
Sparkling....love it all
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