grass shoes for summer seeming like no shoes at all grasshoppers go green Tonight first and last out of past Broken strings of pearls gleaming, still warm when held in hand dropped one by one into the top left drawer onto the silk scarf neatly folded. Open the window wide, Let the big, bright moon shine Into the sweetness of night no screens or doors between the world outside and in no screens or doors
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In the ebb and flow Where we live but do not dwell Home is in our heart
