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Goodnight beloved I know not to how came to be in touch of the lovely company lost with wind spirit went Slumber that won't wake
By Ali Jan3 years ago in Poets
In a Kitchen Where Mushrooms Were Washed In a kitchen where mushrooms were washed, the mushroom scent lingers. As the sea must keep for a long time the scent of the whale.
Death It is not death, that sometime in a sigh This eloquent breath shall take its speechless flight; That sometime these bright stars, that now reply
Market Day We have traveled all this way to see the real France: these trays of apricots and grapes spilled out like semi-precious stones
for ku'uipo it has dawned on me that your name has remained for a while, a wintry bite against sun born skin I don't know how to convince you, that in letting me go, you'll have more of a life for yourself.
the great listen, he said, you ever seen a bunch of crabs in a bucket? no, I told him. well, what happens is that now and then one crab
The Veil of May No more than a week and the leaves have all come out on the ash trees now they are more than half open
: Green Tea In bit over a year of efforts, I admirably return your stubborn affections, directing romantic intentions towards you.
Thoughts of a Decaying Spirit Feed me the lies, manipulate us with laughs and cries. Force it down my throat, neglect the refugees in the boat.
twelfth hour promise When I wished to be loved, there were things you didn't understand. When I spoke aloud my desires and hopes for the future,
Dreamland When midnight mists are creeping, And all the land is sleeping, Around me tread the mighty dead, And slowly pass away.
Baby Oh baby, I love you so much that I call you baby even though you’re forty-one years old, wait, I mean forty-two,