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On a train at dusk,
Ride through a snowy landscape;
various hues of grey and white.

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Her lips redder than my wine,
And much more sweet.

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Dry Farfalle;
Like butterflies 
In a child's collection.

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At the ancient shrine,
Waiting in line to draw sacred water;
A beautiful girl texts on her cell.

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Yellow flowers burst from hillsides
Like remnants of 
Ancient splashes of lava. 

  

On the turntable:  Micheal Hedges, "The Best of Micheal Hedges"