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 4d Mike Adam
Luz
There's pain in awakening
a consciousness shift
starts the ending of suffering
trees are
the
poet's pen
to write again
upon
the
paper white clouds
about
the
words that sing out loud
Clarity (haiku)
16 November 2020

Clear my mind.
Is it now empty?
Strange I don't care.
A Gift given to you to create a meaning.
8/11/2020
Here come the confectionary clouds
Packed like powdered sugar

And
They
Drizzle
All
Over
Her
Hankering
Hungry
Heart

Little quicksilver has
A bit of a sweet tooth
And grubby hands well into
A box of Quality Street
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