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Edita
is on page 57 of 96
Beneath a blanket of snow, damp paper dreams of
floating off in the wind.
[…]
I hunger for any sound
but there is still some time until a bird will squawk on
March’s fevered fences.
What can I say then,
I who hunger for just one note in the year’s bare
songless season?
I better get up,
pick up a brush and dip it in color,
then draw a bright little bird on the canvas of my
loneliness.
— Feb 06, 2015 11:30PM
floating off in the wind.
[…]
I hunger for any sound
but there is still some time until a bird will squawk on
March’s fevered fences.
What can I say then,
I who hunger for just one note in the year’s bare
songless season?
I better get up,
pick up a brush and dip it in color,
then draw a bright little bird on the canvas of my
loneliness.
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Edita
is on page 29 of 96
Behind us, the memory of a wave pours the rubble of
stillness and emptiness ashore.
To the shore then,
to cast our nets upon the sea
and catch the freshness of water.
With a little pebble of sand
we can measure the weight of Being.
— Feb 03, 2015 08:26PM
stillness and emptiness ashore.
To the shore then,
to cast our nets upon the sea
and catch the freshness of water.
With a little pebble of sand
we can measure the weight of Being.
Edita
is on page 17 of 96
I went to the end of the alley of doubt,
as far as the cool night air of contentment,
as far as the rain-damp evening of affection.
I went to meet someone at the far end of the alley of
love.
I traveled as far as I could to meet another.
As far as the lamp,
the silence,
the fluttering sound of loneliness—
— Feb 02, 2015 08:14PM
as far as the cool night air of contentment,
as far as the rain-damp evening of affection.
I went to meet someone at the far end of the alley of
love.
I traveled as far as I could to meet another.
As far as the lamp,
the silence,
the fluttering sound of loneliness—
