Valuable

Friendly eyes and modern shoes, Her hair is lines drawn by An architect’s hands on white paper. She buoys like foamy waves Across a grassy ocean current. This woman heralds spring with Butterfly kisses to the sky And the gentle ring of the bells She hangs from iron in her throat. Her story isn’t from […]

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Hearsay

The old man at the museum, Which is really only A small collection of Wood carvings he did himself, Is a few marbles short, And he tries to get whatever He can from whoever comes by, Which isn’t very often. Behind the school a few kilometers Up a craggy trail is a stream, That comes […]

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