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Cherry blossoms
bloom
where love grows.
Fragrance of bliss.
Fleeting
like life’s evanescent odor.



Shell✨🐚
Sakura
  Jan 22 Agnieszka de Lods
Khoisan
Be
careful
of
the company you keep

the
quest to belong
straws
the
imagination

and
stray
bullets
kills
the
innocent
.
Awareness poetry.
Asphalt night
by red dawn’s light
descends into deepest fog.

A glimmer of bright
on the edge of sight
shimmers blue: I begin to walk.
Inspired by this photo I took in thick night fog: https://bsky.app/profile/jackgroundhog.bsky.social/post/3lgavecz3q22j
sunday s dissapointment
six days far
dear oh dear
make me dissapear
I play a game of chess
and go and make a mess
pawn  not a queen
remains to be seen
In front of prying eyes
shredding your disguise
the toughest thing of all
is sunday is gonna come
Seeing the raindrops
meet a passing existence,
in limpid tears
A short reflection
  Jan 21 Agnieszka de Lods
Maria
Night is in. Windows go out.
Everything’s falling asleep.
Dreams are twisting round parks and squares.
Railing platforms are slept on feet.

The blooming town is wrapped by silence.
It restlessly bustled during the day.
But night has come, and all its fervor
Has suddenly fully gone away.

The morning will come, and everything’ll wake up.
The town will seethe up and run at full pelt.
All men will wake up, the whole thing will go back.
Isn’t that so? Please, tell me! Is that it??

But life dictates its own canons.
Life is deaf to all people’s pleas.
And windows go out first, last and all the time.
Less than all return to their things.

Windows began to go out around me.
Unturned, completely, forever, at all.
Windows go out… Windows go out…
The light goes out once and for all.
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