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Gently cross over the wooden bridge
You have places to go
The bridge has to be there for every passer-by
Dawn to dusk, weathered, not yet to dust
Into the forest deep,
where the rivers rumble and roar
and sing lullabies
Thank you so much 😊 Agnes, bless your heart for all the love kindness and sunshine ☀️  🔆 that you share and happiness that you spread :)
I used to think blue eyes were pretty,
his were not.
his were not cornflower, sapphire, baby, indigo, azure,
or cloudy sky blue.
His were midnight where the light pollution from the city blocks the stars.
Iceberg, squall, hypothermia, eventual death
look not beneath
scars
lest night scowl

for history
screamed
breaches unbidden

rivulets red streamed
as child song
failed

tendrils grasped
by savage gusts
discarded

to rise as scented spring
warmth
loosens coverlets

stirred
untied
waiting
would a tender, respectful approach let love bloom anew
Palestine we love you
Palestine we care for you and
Palestine try and smile tonight
We all know you all suffer
Every day in life
And Palestine we will
Never let you fade away because
We'll truly love you every day.
It's Called Palestine 🌷🌹❣️😍🙏
A painful dream never
Ending and my heartaches
And beats PALESTINE every
Day and I stop and pray for
Every suffering PALESTINIAN today.
Free PALESTINE
 Jun 2021 Kyrie Hajashi
Kmary
Where we 1st met: 41.06°N, -74.02°W

Our first kiss: 41.09°N, -73.92°W

Our first date: 41.16°N, -73.97°W

Our first “I love You:” 41.07°N, -74.02°W

Our first carnival: 41.01°N, -74.01°W

Our first vacation: 20.21°N, -87.45W
 Jun 2021 Kyrie Hajashi
Yasin
Sometimes
poems
make
me
want
to
write
in
a
crowd
of
only
one
person.
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