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It is a crushed yellow rose  
Floating downstream  
Speckled white foam drops  
Shimmering under the sun's beams  
Are you our Compass Rose?  
Show us the way home  
It is an autumn cracked stick  
Rolling down a dusty road  
Whispering beats with the drying wind  
Chasing the shadows to a rising moon  
Are you our Joss Stick?  
Weaving magic aromas inbetween   
Is it the small things?  
The little victories  
The glimpses of joy  
The nostalgic memories  
Do we really need more?  
There is nothing else to long for

Created: May 30, 2012


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