The Mask Speaks

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    The Mask Speaks

    Gaze into my cloudy eyes,
    They'll show you rainy tears,
    And the thunder singing songs.

    Listen. My mouth brings singing salmon tuning their songs,
    I sing of the river roaring pleasantly.
    I sing of clover humming softly in the grass.

    I am the mask of forest and nature,
    I am the forest song,
    My ears hear lightning and thunder crackle,
    My ears hear unknown noise.

    I am called the forest cloud.

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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