Pierre Corneille.
to slow flowing water
sunset floating away
their sound softly polished
by the evening dew
could never be condensed to
seventeen syllables
unflinching, as if thinking
"odd little man stares..."
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The manner of giving is worth more than the gift. Pierre Corneille. |
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orange leaves falling to slow flowing water sunset floating away |
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footsteps echoing their sound softly polished by the evening dew |
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this blue autumn sky could never be condensed to seventeen syllables |
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odd little finch stares unflinching, as if thinking "odd little man stares..." |
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respond, submit | |