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The trees sway above
Blown by the wind.
The sky is blue.
I am afraid.
I then cry.
Joyful laughter.
I have gone mad.
All that arises
Is marked by its end.
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William Carlos Williams
Not trying to be a poet, just conveying what I felt
Now realizing this experience too, is imbued with impermenance.
My heart to your heart,
Todd