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the old church gate is a heart growing bigger through which blood passes in a thin stream windy rains whipped the bricks there is ..

about sadness, solitude and suffering

A trimeric poem for a contest

It’s raining in vineyards and wine presses the old town effaces indigo written pages spreading a smell of dying leaves like..

light against dark

haiku

I shall become a shadow tailor cutting straight with my scissors until everyone will wear a proper dress either rich or poor i..

an epigram attempt

like a wall with many hearts touching one another they were advancing another wall in front of them was pressing their chests ..