Tuesday, August 21, 2018

Smothered

the love of sound
haunts my dreams

my constant thoughts,
the music in their discord,
leave no space
for other people's words

they say somethings wrong
when i drift off into myself
but how is it my fault
when their words are being
forced down my throat

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Our desert (haiku)

I look through photos Our life through the four seasons Back through the old ones.  Blossoming in spring With all the diverse flowers ...

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