
winter sunset,
even birds stop call-call-calling
to look up
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winter sunset,
even birds stop call-call-calling
to look up
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the moment when light
through colored glass turns sunshine
into magic
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Every child dreams,
creates art,
writes poetry,
sings songs.
Why do most stop? Continue reading
translated by a poet,
even a simple pine tree
worships
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Thanks to Carol Varsalona who sent me dreams, hopes and fairy dust. Continue reading
What’s under it all?
What secret rivers flow
through
dark cave systems,
home to blind fish,
white like the moon,
the color of wishing?
Where lie the bones
of the very last dinosaur Continue reading