moon batchelder - Without Mind

wind whispers - rustling leaves
regardless of ears to hear;

fragrance lingers on the breeze
tho no one's nose be near;

sunset blazens evening skies
no matter if eye should see;

these thoughts, therefore - i surmise
without mind - still would be.

moon batchelder

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