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Lambent Lament


The golden rod has returned
To the lambent field
It stretches high, higher everyday, waiting
In the lambent field
As the golden rod has returned


Janet
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  1. Kenia CrisJuly 28, 2009

    Your NaiSaiKu poems are so soft and they bring so much peace to my heart. Life truly needs observance.

    Love your writing, beautie!

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  2. Stan SkiJuly 28, 2009

    Looks like a perfect day.

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  3. Wendy NaisaAugust 04, 2009

    Love your Lambent lament! And when I screw my eyes up,funny, I can see the golden rod!

    Sorry I was away last week, I would have liked to have read this earlier.
    -Andy Sewina

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