Poetry
Leaves on trees,
I know your beauty.
Green, yellow, orange and red,
on branches,
off branches,
on the soil in the soil.
Then Spring comes again.
Green, yellow, orange and red.
I've listened to what you've said.
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Nightfall,
catastrophic if fearful,
kaleidoscopic if fearless.
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The windowpane
takes the snow storm,
bears the howling wind.
Snowflakes at sunrise,
now I know why the cold complies.
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Your secrets,
stardust in my ears,
antelope at play.
My heart,
a walking tendresse,
catpures your gold,
the small coins you shamelessly throw away.
******
Captured in the moon,
planted in the sun.
Opposites welcomed
like night and day.
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An empty meadow
we do not ask to bloom,
we wait for it to bloom.
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The apple tree
knows not of bitterness.
It blooms,
bears fruit,
knowing its leaves will whirl away,
its seeds will start anew.
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Fish tails and sperm whales,
small and big,
transparent and dense,
reliant on water's opulence.
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A bird circles trees,
branches rest weary wings.