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For Li Po

  • sanchopanzalit
  • Feb 6, 2021
  • 1 min read

Stanford M. Forrester

In this garden

the wind ripples


and the wind chimes

play a pleasant song.



The song might

pause

for a moment,


but it always picks up

where

it left off.

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