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“Following dark winter’s strife,
a warm air rises,
teemed with life.
Birth, rebirth,
as the waiting die.
Old love, new love
sprouts wings to fly.”
― Phar West Nagle
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Elfje: Cinquain
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fly
on wings
sail the sky
to chase the wind
soar
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Tanka: 5,7,5 . 7,7 syllables per line
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another season
the Creator does not fail
a time to adjust
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all animals must adapt
man is not an exception
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Poem:
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paid the bills, no money left over
only dreams of being in the clover
contemplating what to do when I win the lotto
you just wait has been my motto
dreams with no action never work
believing in good luck is just a quirk
to put that cherry on the banana split
maybe tomorrow I’ll get around to it
what’s not to enjoy about living
glad to multiply the joy by giving
having a family by birth or by choice
just too many reasons to rejoice
do we really need a reason for being
what if we all were just dreaming
forget the questions, let your soul soar
know that happiness is rewarded by more
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ME and the Boss
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