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Boris Dec 2024
This grey day
I have not even my shadow
for company
Boris Dec 2024
How mighty is
this breeze that carries
bells up the mountain
Boris Dec 2024
Noon passes,
and still I am hungover
from that dream
Boris Dec 2024
I wonder:
did the blossoms smell
your nose?
Boris Dec 2024
Winter wind,
please stop blowing
my thoughts away!
Boris Dec 2024
Stripped,
the cork tree
blushes
Boris Dec 2024
This dusk
speaks of everything
I cannot express
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