Hands of gauze:

Dug deep with dirt from crossroads

Fragmented joints, aching and throbbing

Are smothered by sunlight;

Fleeting blanket of the day

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Cherry blossom bloom:

Crystal on the edge of morning dew

Teacups, pollen and cotton fruit

A stirring praise to fallen petals

Soon to kiss the sky once more

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In silence of heart:

Hand in hand together pleat

Silt as rich as sugar golden,

The old man fills the precious pot

With the promise of his return

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From the silken earth man doth come

And to the earth he shall return;

In utterance, in song and in labour

While his soul shall thread

The tapestry of time.