MarKuan song I learned from one of Asha's patients:
When my love returns, I shall leave off my painting
My beautiful sandpaintings filled with color
And my feet shall leave prints in them, in my haste, in my run,
And my work loses her importance
In my haste, to see my love,
And if I nae return to my sandpaintings
One will find my colors and weep
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Song Of Winds
PoetryA song of winds, I'll sing for you On wings of zephyr from skies of blue, Lines of heartfelt emotion Or silly ideas in a poem. Each of these will be a part Straight to you, from my heart. If you like one part and not others, If you leave a star on i...
