Tales from the Shadowgarden
I see the state of all of us who live, nothing more than phantoms or a weightless shadow.
Sophocles
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Dryads
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Friday, 5 August 2011
Later in the day...
Haven't had much opportunity to compose today, but I always have time for Haiku... Returning to my study this afternoon, I find:
Sunlight through tree, leaves
Shadows dancing on my desk.
Frail lace of dryads
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