Three Brothers

three lush brothers, firm upon torn boulders, wistful blue skies flying clouds sigh, tentacles as palms day made to warm these green brothers, yokes of sweet nectar, golden sunshine blotched lines, spiky front as arms familiar to harm

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Poem: Remind me again

Why do I feel like a titan When I come home to you? Oh, motherland, I run to you again Remind me of your love, of hope, I feel a tingling breeze upon my bare flesh The kind wind consoles me in many ways Listening to music from pine trees I shall throw my windows… Continue reading Poem: Remind me again

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The Cricket’s Sorrow

I laid my bones down to rest An airy night, dark and quiet, When a thought swept over me I was still awake When I heard it I heard it screech A cold voice, not far from me I paused, listened A neighbor coughed from the next flat and bothered it So quietness stayed for… Continue reading The Cricket’s Sorrow

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