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Monthly Archives: March 2019
Smelly roses
A group of youngsters A path lined with prickly flowers A smell, a colourful pond A crying child cowering lost A coin, sweaty corner in smelly paint March 26, 2019
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Tagged innocence, life, loss, Poem, Poetry, reflection, tanka
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Running
A long road Stretches into the horizon Footprints left, no body! March 21, 2019
Reference
Reference me! I have been asked for a thought I wrote a note I do not recognise the name There are thousand faces missing. March 19, 2019
Winter flower
Thousand flowers Grow in spring and die Lonely flower Grows in winter and dies Still it is rare and wonder. March 17,2019
Distance
A lonely A mathematician measures The distance Between him and her, hundreds Of ways except walking. March 15, 2019
Through glass window
I sit in an empty room crowded So many bodies accumulated Perfumed with bad breath and Memories swarming in the horizon I see them through the glass I see them through the window A single window, a prisoner of The … Continue reading
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Tagged being, existence, life, mind, Philosophy, Poem, Poetry, reflection, thoughts
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Shapes blurred
A painter stands in an empty corner In a crowded quarters The streets crisscross like The tangled thoughts of A crazy jealous A man A woman A something in between A confused A confusion A painter stands with a last … Continue reading