Misc. Poems
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Little lamb munching
on the sunset lawn before... -
I started counting the days
I see the white owl outside... -
It was in the black and white of his magic
that all my childhood turned into the colour... -
Yes, the other daY
On my way tO... -
Everything is running,
seemingly towards somewhere... -
The world has always been
something birthed of madness... -
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Worshipping in everywhere in a rose leaf
or in a celebration of the day in a drop of water... -
At night the lights are out of sights
the ponds are ice... -
Dark hair
white teeth... -
As soft as smoke, the fire came
trailing through the daffodils... -
sometimes, words aren’t enough: there's the...
ubiquitous, overlapping when it comes to you... -
He remembered hearing a song coming from the...
He recalled he had always heard the song, though...