By Ju Lee   

Hallow leaf
patterned after a river
meanders into the crisp air.

Deep canyon faces
Sunburst as if it's an old gesture
merely waves, sways
in the crystal wind
filtering like a prism.

Not long ago
there was a tale
of the young and brave
breathing in spirit
who own the layer of history here.

Another layer falls
in tears of rain
with a story yet to be told

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