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“If I write what I feel,
it’s to reduce
the fever of feeling.
What I confess
is unimportant,
because everything
is unimportant.”
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~ Fernando Pessoa
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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profound
very deep
philosophy of man
assumed to be true
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Lune: 5 / 3 / 5
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delicate wonders
fairy moss
delicious koi food
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Poem:
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he forgot the words
the memory slowly fades
flew south with the birds
talking mostly with charades
faces familiar but not the names
recalling incidents from long ago
wooing flames and winning games
missed the lunch, another no show
grandchildren are a favorite topic
they call to remind him it is time to give
whose birthday, his thoughts myopic
can’t remember, the brain becomes a sieve
lamenting that life is too short
amazed at how fast time has flown
relying on others the last resort
how do you answer that damn smart phone
still there is gratitude for every day
and for another we always pray
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ME and the Boss
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