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A good day

The sun and moon

connected

time stacked up like a tome

a tall wall

a steep slope

in the days consitituted

momentarily

have is a beautiful verb

the main theme of the day

having loved, cared, fought

chased, dreamed, sought

in days ordinary that we have

ordinary like pacing

in a garden of leisure

or bottles of

oil, salt, sauce and vinegar

or poetry

the same day has been colorful

enriched by mutilcolored ways

of experience

of a good day.

 

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In the garden

Morning

opens the door

the vegetable garden waking up

chives, cucumbers and beans

sprouts and seedings breaking

through the floor

a few sunflowers

they shake off yesterday’s thoughts

the earthy aroma

conveys joy and eacstasy

a rabbit touches bliss

with the sweet-scented branches

of tea olives

in the depths of fragrance

ducks and chicken

chasing each other

an elegant circle

of the kitchen garden

a half red half green

dream

i spread the seeds

of freedom

let them be portentous

let them be languorous

the breeze

of the four seasons

picks up the fallen lyrics on the ground

a group of light clouds write down

high and low notes

the children sing

of the scintillating years

and the long lost fervor

of the soul.

 

 

 

 

Lotus in the storm

Dancing in the wind

and rain

the gray sky falls down

like a kite with a broken string

drifting like duckweeds

into the distant

horizon

the river rising

waves swelling

diffuse into the contours of the city

in that moment

we see the greatness

of life

like a candle floating in darkness

skyscrapers restless

breathing heavily

in the night

the lotus in the storm

the solitary lotus

swinging free

as it always has been

in the clarity

of time.

 

Realistic

This life

is tempting

touching

life is

full of spiritual

scenery

colored flowers

flavored fruits

this sentiment

is time

shaped into

a psychological cup

here is

the world for the soul

the free loving hands

the direction of reality

this raw

ideal self.

Sleepless

Standing on the balcony

breathing

the lonesome murkiness

moonlight in the eye

an article to read at midnight

whispers of foliage

flow into the cradle of birds

street lamps dressed in cold

buildings wrapped in dream

the moving sky

soupy with starlight

of a millennium

then a gust of wind

a cup of spring

tossing and turning

in the theater of time.

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Evening calm

The evening is calm

no shadows of wind

so calm i can hear

breaths and heartbeat

butterflies and passerines

sound of flapping wings

the language in which 2 ants greet

i can hear

you and me

the sound of our eyes meeting

unexpectedly

the sound of heaviness lifted

from our bodies

i can hear it

night approaching

laving me with moonlight

the sound of

stars shimmering.

April showers

Raindrops falling

splashing on the windowsill

silent flowers

like a lingering thought

as precious as oil

rain glides along the blood vessels

arrives in the core of life

many dreams stirred and fluttering

like imagination in the sky

the graceful flight of the swallows

cherry blossoms in the rain

extraordinarily echanting

new leaves reappear on the hillsides

on small elegantly veiled riverbank

i use the rain as ink

this tempting encounter

portrays my April as

the heartwarmingly ornate

appearance of spring.

 

 

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