The wind plays in the accordion
branches. An icy rain pelts the road.
The seed rattles in its pod
the only mantra that it knows.
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The wind plays in the accordion
branches. An icy rain pelts the road.
The seed rattles in its pod
the only mantra that it knows.
[LAG-signature date=”03 18 2014″ url=”http://morningporch.com/2014/03/159123857/”]
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Beautiful.