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           REDEFINING WORLD


                     MAY ON THE HILLS







                           I will touch a hundred flowers
                                  And not pick one
                             Edna St Vincent Millay


                               The fragrance of spring
                                  intoxicating ether
                                     envelops you
                           in the wavering light of sunset.

                                  And as in a dream
                              magenta, purple and red
                                 the meadows reveal
                             myriads twinkling flowers:
                                rubies and amethysts
                                  an ancient treasure.

                                 Your hesitant hands
                                     gently touch

                                those precious jewels
                                         while
                              the last darting seagulls
                                  replay their games
                                   in the sky of May










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