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How it goes
Today the rain washes bird shit
off the lounge.
Tomorrow the sun will shine
and I'll lay down again.
Heaven and Earth
I love you
but it is hard to avoid attachment.
Does that mean my love is false
and that I only want you?
I must love you as I love the birds
and their shadows on the ground.
Photographs and text Copyright 2008 David H. Roche