Wings Of A Nightingale

summer picnic-
welcoming smell
barbecued pork on the grill

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monday morning rush-
low fog enshrouds the freeway
restless red beetle

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pieces of the whole-
each stroke of his brush transforms
a perfect rose bud

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westerly wind blows-
spring morning when I wake up
lost one hour of sleep

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early morning sun-
amber shades bursting in blue
still water meets sky

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in a pensive mood-
each stroke of his brush transforms
an image breaths life

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cold foggy morning-
mist spraying his thick fur
waiting, and waiting

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graduation caps flying
goodbye classmates
when will I see you again?

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picnic by the lake-
relieving stress
by talking about work?

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picnic by the lake-
one by one
we count the kids

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foggy afternoon-
rocky shore awaits the waves
set of footprints gone

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towering redwoods-
defies the earth’s gravity
to kiss the sunlight