While You Were Away
In knowing you I am knowing me On the path to discovery The pleasure is all mine In knowing I am Me Down the winding path The bright autumn leaves The fragrance of green...
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Ode to Merce
So long maestro — we don’t mourn you; you’ve always walked with the sages. When will we enter again that summerspace? Your ethereal garden of pointed light, where birds disperse into spiral oblivion, and...
