One short poem and two haiku.
I may not be as clear
as the blue water in a jug
but I still have an A-1...
I will love you once again
And it will always be the same . . .
Feeling weak but very satisfied,...
Two birds glide in a cool, cloudy sky.
One is white; the other, black,
But never mind: They don’t fight....
And so what now, dear heart?
The fire's gone, ended forever.
I don't remember...
My muse doesn’t appear anymore.
I crane my neck, night and day,
over the fence, over the shrubs,...
I once had a dame,
angel-like, with a milky skin,
blond hair, green eyes,...
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