My soul takes a dip,
drifts away with the seagulls—
they leave no footprints
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Category: Unplugged
The end
Clouds once full and round
shrink; sun sets hollows deepen—
winter is coming.
Temptations
Stacked, tempting the weak,
hierarchies of power—
pancakes for breakfast.
Full circle
Trees cleansing themselves
shed dead skin and dry blossoms
retrieve life through death.
In passing
Slow your horses down,
precious moments are crossing—
observe those nice trees.
The Chaos Within 