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Never have I Clasped the blades of summer, With it's brilliant celebration That gilds a field With endless invocation. As though bathing in its golden shower, While the cicadas lyre a song of passion, And the same slipping flows Finds its way To where my garden drink its fill of colors. Yet time, the tax collector, Drags a debt that chains me tight, What was left in my wallet? The final essence From which I might recover. 2007/9/25 -- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Let not a drop of desire Disturb the heart in ripples ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 140.112.211.137