the blooming tulips–
harmony
of Sun and Earth
An abandoned egg
Its plastic pink shell opened
Youthful laughter fades
my arms outstretched
I too
dance with the stars
Frightened by small hands
He reminds himself of treats
Good bunnies don’t bite
the eastern Mountains
sucking on
a lemon-slice Moon
Early morning sun
Smiling at the gentle clouds
Counting 3/4 time
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