my little poems

the sky is a painting
with swatches of thick gray cloud
and the universe for its canvas
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the air is a blanket
a warm caress
a kiss of fabric
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Every pore spills poetry
Radiating with the fervence of life
And the will to live
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Beauty lies in
the delicate curvature of the neck
where shadows pool
into a hollow basin.
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thoughts are as fleeting as
a delicate aroma
carried by the wind
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When the morning sun
wakes, it peeks through hidden forest glades
and the birds sing life.
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Water trickles down
the sheer, long gray mountain face
gradually: drip drip
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Blossoms turn and smile
with the greatest reverie
when my love walks by
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the egret taks wing
from the gray and marshy plain
into winter’s sky
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Sun doth kiss the flowers
Wind and shore doth kiss the sea
Why kiss you not me?
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Souls are light and hard to catch
they have wings of silk
in the time of the butterflies