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Two cardinals are chasing one another on the meadow
a simple act of sweet instinct
in the spring to come
mutual fond of a sort
Two squirrels are chasing up to the tree top
no place to go
except each other's arms
(you think?)
What if one jumps to the lower branch
the other is stunt
to discover the denial
Spring sees them all
the silly game of love
so we called
as beautiful as blooming blossoms
as sad as withering petals
all comes and goes
as wind does all the time
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