cascade, you lovely garden
bloom, spray, flower and fall
—fume, red rose — dream,
develop, droop and die
down falling in your lovely garden
galaxy
a molecule teardrop, wet, glistening,
lies dewy on the blades of earthly grass
cascade, you lovely garden —
weep for eyes that cannot see
the beauty of your fading
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