poetry
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not ready for rebirth- cannot the night between the years have twelve more hours? ~ Continue reading
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haiku | december 11
the snow which falls with my eyes closed a picture that could never be painted ~ Continue reading
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haiku | december 10
bridge across the river crows sweep the falling snow from view ~ Continue reading
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haiku | december 9
the treacherous road home moon after moon obscured in the storm ~ Continue reading
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haiku | december 7
the gray sky gleams like starlight today, with the eyes of the dead ~ Continue reading
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haiku | december 5
flurries at the bonfire enough consequence to strangle any joy ~ Continue reading
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haiku | december 4
no memory of spring pressed flowers and pages becoming one dust ~ Continue reading
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