It is not the soil
Nor in the seed,
Neither to the blooms.

Fragrance belongs
to the winds,
Alas! The winds belong nowhere.

Not an orchard
where the saintly meet,
but in the winds.

Wherefrom the winds blow
and where to
they flow;
I belong to the winds.

25/10/10 11:56:54 PM
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