Cinquains

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As if
It were a ball
Thrown by children playing
The moon rolls down the sky street 
Gaily,       
                 
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I stand
Like a flower
Lifted by earth to you
My eternal bee who shall drink 
Me dry.
 

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As if 
It were the rarest wine, 
I shall drink the bitterness 
Which I inherit from life 
And smile.
 

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How like
A drop of dust
Before the wind am I
In front of the eternal breath
Of God.