1.Playing hide-and-seek
Sunlight flickers, blackened leaves
Teasing as i pass.
2.Angsana seeds have
Drifted onto the pavement.
Warm evening sighs.
3.Across the blue sky
White clouds sail by and I ask:
Will we meet again?
4.An effervescence
Rises, rises beyond me,
Too many bubbles.
For aught that I could ever read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.
William Shakespeare, "A Midsummer Night's Dream"
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