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Samuel E Jul 29
When I met her
the flowers gave me my lines,
my world rippled new colors,
and words called to me
from the sun, moon, and stars.
Simply put.
Samuel E Jul 26
Crystal gusts whistle—
fox paws print icy gravel
by evergreen pines
Because I get fixated on haiku sometimes.
Samuel E Jul 25
Dandelion seeds grow
to fly away with the wind—
and see the sky once.
I have this image in my head of a dandelion seed in the sky. So, yeah.
Samuel E Jul 25
When I reach for free time
as an adult,
and quickly find it taken,

I remember that ambrosia
is only for the gods,
and mortals beware,

do not interfere
in anything
made for the gods.
I love Greek myths, but common. Where are days of nothing?
Samuel E Jul 24
A love poem plays words
on piano wire,
hitting notes
while the writer scribbles the keys,
scratching out
their feelings
to songs like Drops Of Jupiter.
Drops Of Jupiter by Train is actually a lyrical poem about the lead singer’s mother.
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