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Tonight everything is breathing: evening sunlight eating sunlight, drinking breath. Who knows the secret of this wind? Who knows the name to make it rise? Who knows the one who circles the house, walks grooves around... More »
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Today... the re-birth of the trees and their vibrant green... the tiny little daisy flowers with tinges of pink that grace people's lawns between mowings... everything was brighter today and I knew it was because... More »
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Platero, the world is turning roses and Jesus rides a donkey the minister paints on coloring my eyes with divine phrases and supernatural pleasures yes. the Christ lives
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This is a beauty of a poem by Zaadz member saas. The sound of a train will never be the same again. Metta
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