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reading foot steps
of passengers
found
extraordinary tales
in ordinary beings

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A blind kitty
in a box
on a busy street corner
with no name
Can you hear me?

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the west wind
is the music
coming from
the string
under a spell

126

Little bird
flew off
from the old branch
in the midst of
midsummer dream

125

without a destination
this ship has sailed out
from the port of call
catching the current
with wings

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the crushing waves
catch
prisms of the current
bringing
brand-new color to the shore

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slowly an surely
the dampness of the air
decayed a pen
the storyteller lost
her voice