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Boris Mar 10
How shamelessly
these storks mate upon
the church tower
Boris Feb 25
Sneaking past
the guard dog I steal
its silence
Boris Feb 7
Like this apricot tree,
I have dressed for spring
prematurely
Boris Feb 4
Low in the city,
my eyes rise over rooftops
to the mountains
Boris Jan 23
This fat dog
moves only to doze
in new shade
Boris Jan 21
On the mountain
I am the last kissed goodbye
by the sun
Boris Jan 8
The rain
falls and lifts
a fragrance
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