Misc. Poems
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As the heat of the rain pierces the thirsty
bosom of the earth harassed by the great heat of... -
sobbing on the staircase,
but the tears weren't mine... -
the flashbacks assault your body like
hailstorms on fragile glass... -
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... -
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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... -
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...