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Transparent water bottles
smell of fresh books...
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Here?
Hurricanes, heavy rain and cold...
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I’ve been addicted
to words since...
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No chippy claws on wooden floors
No sound of your approach...
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LOVE’S BIRTH (haiku)
in the womb, great light...
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You were my womb
The breast I fed on...
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Every new year we
plant a golden tree of hope...
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They come bearing gifts,
flowers, wreaths...
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All the wayward words
mock me for inadequacy...
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On the edges of a crumbling cloud,
lost I stood...
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A proud, brave man, Freedom is his name,
on his knees atop the mountain plateau...
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When i say, 'I am a Christian'
I'm not shouting 'I am saved...