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Let love fly
With ethereal compassion, a soft glow in her eyes,
she picks up the baby eagle, tries to convey words
of eloquent reas..
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Traveler
“You’ve brought us luck.”
But, alas a traveler can not linger.
“It’s not proper to send off
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The sound of the sea
The wooden bridge comes alight
into a sea of black and white.
Someone is coming. Softly.
She mops her eyes. ..
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A poetry on a crippled boy confined in an attic and becoming the seeing eyes of a village.
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For ever autumn at the park
Wind makes tunnel through the heap of leaves.
They blast, scatter; explode in the sky,
in slow motion fall on your..
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The shining blue and white
White enters inside,
the psyche is being blurred,
a tree’s chalky smile…
Winter, I am here now,
mist ..
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Inspired by the word paint prompt.
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Gratitude
The quivering fingers let the cigarette go.
Downwards, the fire faced stick of death
is falling before earth consumes its evil.
He ..
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Tropic of cancer
(To John Beck who could have written this better)
The burning carbuncles cruelly smiles.
They have the faces of assassins, broa..
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streets of a new city
The crimson lights begin to flash,
the streets of a city with their
million lives are being bathed
with eternal lusts...
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