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He has risen. Allelujah!
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Notre-Dame...
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Morning walks on soft whiteness,
Not a sound at first and then,
Bird songs color the quietude.
Window blinds splinter the bright light,
And, when ..
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The night is too still.
I read between its dark lines,
The story is mine.
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Teacups, tea parties,
Alice on the outside,
Trying to find her way back.
Young girl, growing, shrinking, falling,
Swimming, in a miasma
Of broken..
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Ancient Gondwana, Pangaea, Orange Island,
La Pascua Florida of Ponce de Leon, I want to save you,
From the poachers, encroachers, destroyers of you..
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It’s all about windows, about portals,
And who cares enough, to lead you to them.
About the ones who can really see them,
And all those who c..
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“Spider Grandmother” lore is important in Native American cultures.
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Warm wind’s breath touches willing skin.
It hints of something beautiful drawing near.
Fins flutter on bare rock, and delight.
Thought’..
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(Optimistic Haiku 5-7-5)
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