|As the master chose a brush.
And the paint did chose a time.
Can we choose a person anywhere.
Who did not help choose one line.
|There are beautiful faces in the trees.
But only at the edge of the forest.
Of all the ways to hear the leaves.
The hush of the shy is the surest.
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