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the deceit of pink Oleander

Winter mists the pane
with veiny tributaries
that trickle to the sill
with a warm touch.
The trajectory of time
trails run-off down
the mountain, 32 more words

Poetry

The Wisdom of Kahil Gibran

In the dew of little things, the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

– Kahil Gibran, The Prophet

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