Walk silently past
rabbit upon snowfield night.
The peace of it all.
adrift in the wind
the rose amongst all those thorns
nothing more precious
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Walk silently past
rabbit upon snowfield night.
The peace of it all.
adrift in the wind
the rose amongst all those thorns
nothing more precious
I like how the two poems go together well, while still working separately.
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