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- red sorrel
behind the old tea house
the taste of my youth
Geert Verbeke
- after the party
all what I saw
was Sorrel
Chèvrefeuille
- a hard word
in gaia's heart
iolaireisean
- empty saki bottle -
in the garden this morning
so much red!
jefff
- The blood comes
gushing forth from the earth-
sorrel in full bloom
Vasile Moldovan
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