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Rained today

Rained today tearsOver a washed up body fromThe last attempt to boardThe ship of the living toThe other side land! Rained today andA child came out to playA memory in few yearsBut today it is full of tearsRained today gone. … Continue reading

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Forgot

I keep forgettingI forget to writeI forget to eatI forget thatI forgot andKeep on forgettingThey say it’sOld ageHow old do you have to beTo be oldI forgotHow old was my grandfatherWhen he died!He was oldDefinitely old butFull of youth!A youthful … Continue reading

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Reminder

A note leftUnder a fridge magnetFrom a childAbout her mother’s birthdayReminds meOf anotherNot long agoReminderUnder a fridge magnetAbout seeing ourYet unborn baby on a screenAbout expected birthdayTo come. A note leftUnder a fridge magnetReminds meOf the beautyIn the moment livedAnd … Continue reading

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My Season

Autumn is my favorite seasonCalm and sadSubdued like the day I was bornSilence overshadowed the smallApartment in the modern hive,Bees leave early for their honeyQueen bees stay behind toGive birth in a shower thatNever started that dayMother was standing andI … Continue reading

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Skyping late

Her electronic teddy bear floods The screen with hearts The heart-shaped bubbles explodes Into kisses The whole screen becomes A cartoon scene The little girl laughs She giggles With red cheeks Her mother sounds The last call Bedtime … bedtime … Continue reading

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Her face

They say First love can never Be forgotten I don’t know Who are they But her face Is always there In front of my sleepy eyes opening The door of dreams Her face is there In the morning mist welcoming … Continue reading

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Breathing slowly

It has been a difficult week A long run Between prickly days The running never stops The prickles hurt Each day chocks alone With needless holes Of lost memory The running never stops The breathing is hard Is rapid Is … Continue reading

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A Goddess Lost

Silence fills the void Starring at the horizon I see the Line between my wall and the Ceiling. … Caged horizon is all there is I close my eyes in despair. … Fire … the fire place is lit Horses … Continue reading

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Noise outside

So a hundred student lined up For the latest kata the Shifu Will demonstrate The Sensei will dance the steps The teacher, who is standing in readiness, Will part with his knowledge To the benefit of the lined human bodies … Continue reading

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Class disarray

A teacher stands in despair Another student leaves noisily A chaos of restless bodies Another question marks The crowd lacking the listening skill The same answer is given the hundredth time A teacher stands in despair Observing unruly class Observing … Continue reading

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