There's movement in the garden, it's a breeze,
that wafts with many things, from rivers and seas.
It brings a city of perfume, and stories too,
without going anywhere, what I want to do,
is within my very grasp, in the blink of an eye,
it's there when I look, be it at, sun, moon or sky.
Tushie 9/9/12
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