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When the hummingbird Sinks her face in the nectar I know eternity has come With the beating wings of fate How small are we, and how u..

I felt the ripeness of orchards The downfall of your red lips What I would trade For a length of work To watch your soft bloom An..

I don't know what God is But she touches me sometimes Like nothing I have ever felt before Or the whisper of flowers And the fragranc..

I am sorry I could not travel both The roads and the songs Each of life's loves takes me in Different directions, None having Perhaps..

Life contracts and death is expected Our child is born, our parents die The wind stops, though the clouds keep moving Imposing separation..

The rain is expected to pass The buds are expected to flower The wind is expected to blow We are expected to fall in love It isn't every d..

An exercise in multi-brainstorming

Fed on tears for a new millennium I ache, for the new world to begin It cannot happen with the state of things The capitalists will squee..

The emptiness of man is not like Any other, it is crude and hurtful It swallows me from within It is filled with regret for an ugly wo..

The root of the wind is water and I breathe it like candy We are all finite, every moment Is unique, each thought floats Very cle..