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Today has yet to break its silence, - - at dawnthe first rays sparkle . . . off dew or frost or snowfollowed by..
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Today refuses to break its silence,dawn holds its breath, the first raysglisten on dew or frost or snow,holding back the chorus of waking sounds.The r..
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And as you walk through these familiar streets,You notice small details you used to overlook:The worn-out benches where people rest,The graffiti that ..
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Embrace the evening, let it wrap youin its gentle whisper, softly gildingeach breath towards a tranquil rest.Welcome the night, with open heart,accept..
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In the flow of days and nights,awareness intertwines with time,each moment birthed anew.Full consciousness breatheswithin the heartbeat of change,not ..
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on the darkish tone… one of those writes ( poetry of despair )
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In a darkened chambershadows twist and writhePale light spills through cracked panesilluminating dust motesThe air, thick with the scent of age and de..
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1693: scattered pieces and thoughts on the last year of Basho's life, walking 156 days through the interior of northern Japan.
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Have we found what eases pain, it shan’t remain;yet hardly a memory lingers that might untether,should even that be erased, p’raps a wound..
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Body betrays while caught in a tempestThe mundane morphs in peculiar waysA silent storm stirring within you brewsWith each surge, it claims a piece of..
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