he spoke about food for the soul as if it were a bucket fit for being filled with something ... CONTINUED
Short poems about life and love
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as a crow cries out one single blossom petal reluctantly falls. ... CONTINUED
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cold nights, naked trees — only now is your absence intolerable. ... CONTINUED
a girl in gorky park
while sitting on a green park bench a cool autumn wind tousles her hair random sounds from ... CONTINUED
a reflection (on an old man)
maybe this is what hemingway felt as early morning summer sun filtered in through half open ... CONTINUED
forever out of reach
i wasn't there when izumi's tears flowed like mountain streams spilling swollen banks to ... CONTINUED
tuesday afternoon
a gang of warblers play a game of tag by the bath occasionally pausing to dip while two ... CONTINUED
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