Ava K oo h b or XXXII The difference of our speech hangs upon a barren stretch of thought I plant water & set the tree to run I don’t scare if rain shines and sun rains I sail a boat across the plains I ride horses through the ocean I draw the forest blue filling it with green rivers and I wish nobody tease freedom of the wind from the kite toying with the hands of but a momentary bliss
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