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