A Value

12 seasons pass

12 minutes, hours pass

and still the butterfly wings

are occupied by simple things

– – –

12 eagles dive

12 robins, ravens dive

and still the sun’s red rays

reveal the cracks of days.

– – –

12 shores erode,

12 breaks in nature’s code

and still the whipping gales

weave playful minute tales.

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