Before Zen poetry.
Light clouds run in heavens playground,
A small white rabbit pauses,
And in the middle,
A great hawk.
Make every breath your last.
Listen for the distant answer.
A cry above,
Lightening blots in dark talons,
The little one pads away in swift action.
Beyond, cotton skies play hide and seek with the sun.
After Zen poetry,
Much the same.
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Hey there you're one of our FEW male poets so hey us ladies need your love *Giggles* your poetry love that is. Thanx for all your support and posts thus far. Have a safe and fun weekend. *Hugs*
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