Misc. Poems
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White paths, winding, secret
From the mountain down to the village... -
The physical world is an insult
to the human soul... -
Let it be summer again
I am tired of the winter... -
It must snow, no silent sky
Because it is—well, Christmas today... -
Time devours without malice,
that is its ruthlessness... -
There is a state of consciousness
in which the collective... -
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When someone is better than me,
I feel happy... -
Another spring sun warms the grass
I trace the names in leaning stone... -
By the way
By the way... -
Happiness fills my eyes with joy
Happiness makes me excited and thrilled... -
The Continuation of Wings
The bird finds no end in its wings... -
You will never find your soulmate
by shopping through windows...