slowly she strokes the reflection

A random selection from my poetrybook.

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the flowers appear on
the almost blooming tree
only for a brief moment


to die before I die
is the breath buckled up
on an unknown branch


the silence in the moment flies wake up
is enough
for those who knot hope


the phrase «one another»
only makes sense
when the grass is talking with the soul

she makes an appointment with a meadow