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Those
Gliding Geese
Little clouds of fossilized sunshine
Now flying mute
And leaving behind their shadows
All the songs of the morning
Until they are shot down
Like flute dots
The last calls they make
Their only song
Changming Yuan, Vancouver
Link: http://yuanspoetry.blogspot.ca/
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