Sowing the Genes of Love...

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Chapter 49 of 53

When Someone Goes Too Far

Two friends quarreled. Two strangers parted.

Chapter 48 of 53

There once was a man filled with strife,

Who flayed a good man with a knife.

But he spit out the gore,

Yelling, “Give me some more!

So long as you don’t kill my wife.”

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Beyond the edge of the trees and silver morning mists,

the ground lay silently, and when in darkness,

bound to come,

the ground sleeps.

The air is soft and cool

beneath blankets and sheets of leaves and branches I could see

a bird's nest with small brown twigs, leaves, branches, and granite rocks.

I saw apple boughs laden with blossoms,

and a breeze sighed silently in the night air.

The moon is full and watching the land

with silvery, ivory light

like a big bright lantern.

When the sun rises,

the light shines all through the forest,

a new day begins.