Monday 30 April 2012
Sunday 29 April 2012
Saturday 28 April 2012
poetic fragments op. 36
i'm lost
before the sun clock.
the best is always
the language of roses.
before the sun clock.
the best is always
the language of roses.
i hear it
in the sound
of the flowers' fall-in themselves.
in the sound
of the flowers' fall-in themselves.
everything's nothing,
nothing's everything.
nothing's everything.
Thursday 26 April 2012
Saturday 14 April 2012
poetic fragments 35
some petals
or light particles
in the breeze.
who was i ?
free from
shapes and colours,
i'm now the breeze
outside words.
in the breeze.
who was i ?
free from
shapes and colours,
i'm now the breeze
outside words.
Friday 13 April 2012
poetic fragments 34
the cherry tree
has passed by
various people.
chances to move,
chances to talk
in full bloom.
it abides in prewords
when no one sees it.
has passed by
various people.
chances to move,
chances to talk
in full bloom.
it abides in prewords
when no one sees it.
Thursday 12 April 2012
Wednesday 11 April 2012
Tuesday 10 April 2012
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