writing poetry
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Life cycle of Snow
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≻: Life cycle of SnowNew walls of snow arise like the parted seaAwaiting the passage of the Exodus. NothingSlips through the fingers of the…
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Shape of despair
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≻: Shape of despairThe shape of despair is an iPhone in my claw, Gripped to my chest, like a bouquet in the casket,Eyes slowly…
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What is time
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≻: What is timeWhat is time in the rumbling air-pressured cavity Of an airplane, besides being the flight simulators’ Inexorable crawl towards the…
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Textures
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≻: TexturesIt’s always the heat, and the tongue, and the dizzying passions of the young— That’s how the books and movies…
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When I leave winter behind
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≻: When I leave winter behindI was walking, my mind bundled in winter layers When the dried bush next to me started chirping. There, Nestled…
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Dead end street
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≻: Dead end streetIn my time running on the city roads, I have come to recognise a dead end street – it is…
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