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I can count the
Freckles on your face
While your fingers can
Follow the pattern of the
Slashes on my back
I'm afraid you may take a while, though...
Rows at parting gate
goodbyes thick in waiting air
some quiet—some sour
through the glass—a plane vanishes
with hearts left behind
Passage | Tanka | 2/5
When the world is silently crumbling
And your only evidence is the tears
No one gets to see
In every flower
There is a poem
In a garland
There's poetry

Pastel similes
Bright metaphors
Sweet allusions
Quaint allegories

In every flower
There is a poem
For every season
And every day

A song of Spring
A verse of winter -
And all that life
Brings your way.
dueling paradigms
universes far apart
somewhere the middle
Too much self-motivation
could be symptomatic
that one is still far from reaching
one's desired destination
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