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A time to build
He looks at it, the residue, the left over.
He has to try. It is nature. The way he can
fly, the way he knows it is the season to ..
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a poem against domestic violence
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Mystic Forest _1
A smell that we cannot sense
in our city orb
creeps in, green flag of it flies,
wins over our heart.
“..
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Journey (times)
“How far?” She asks, eternally without answers.
Eyes, weary eyes look yonder,
A path lies ahead, tortuous as ever,
Lo..
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Inanimately together
It has an inanimate friendship
with the old walking stick.
The friend, the dark brown stick
is always there. After a death..
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Euro 2008: an unofficial poem
No slipup is now allowed. He utters
them, the words; as her hand slips into his.
The knockout level is a sphere w..
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Café at night
They wait for the stars.
The stars bring them here.
Their constellation
gathers at the place
and the night expires.
Sh..
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on this rainy morning
A glassful of mist.
This morning night is with me,
coming to the work.
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on an afternoon
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A snippet on an afternoon
Chirping in a mango trove,
lazy afternoon
is in an exploit to pass time.
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To the quake victims
The tail of the red toy truck can be seen.
If there is any pair of innocent hands
to play with the toy, there is no mind.
Or..
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