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The moon is the sun of the night.
She bathes the world in a pale white glow.
Reflecting herself in oceans,
Outliving empires.
The moon is a br..
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The fire roars
Warming my toes and fingers
The rain lashes the windows outside.
Silence
But not silence,
Pitter patter, rain
Crackling, fire
Br..
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Rushing, icy water wraps around me
Trying hard and hopelssly to pull up from sea
My lungs: so wet
I have not died quite yet
Though it feels like I..
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The mountains whisper to the whistling wind
Endless, endless
Endless is our imprisonment
We shall not escape, here we stay
Endless, endless.
Th..
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It tastes like the first drop of poison that is discreetly poured into your wine.
It feels like the jagged edges of a split piece of wood.
It looks ..
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Dear Ella
What you create is an umbrella
Of music and sound
You, in yourself, you are profound
Nothong seperates you and me
When we share the mus..
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World War II in Poland.
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A drunken snore
As she pulls open her draw
Prays he won't hear
What will block it out is the beer
In a stupor, he is
And although she is his
He'..
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Haiku!
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You who writes:
Marking words on an empty page
Letting you and others out of a cage.
You who dances:
Spinning away troubles with the flick of a ..
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