By grassy edge of gallant pines,
I breathe the effervescent spring...

~ The Looking Glass ~
An observation of the following painting...

through my grazing mind
unicorns suddenly jolt...

Spirit of the Three (Sonnet)
Rays of hope arc like caressing fingers...

Harvest time (Haiku)
crisp fruit falls from trees...

Hello, my name is Lucas,
People say, I'm a great boy...

in your welling eyes
a torrent of agony...

...

seven geese swim seven skies
across the wetlands, marsh, and tides...

Drink your medicine, thickly sweet
Gulp it greedily from mother's teat...

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~ Rainbow dreaming...

hanging, he plucks fruit;
spitting out the seeds across...