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 Aug 2020 Yohan
CloudedVision
Spin
 Aug 2020 Yohan
CloudedVision
Your head
Is in a spin

But sometimes that
Is what you need
To see the earth
In its orbit

Around the sun
It spins around
It never stops
Always in motion

So spinning
In life
In shadow
In your head
Or in your heart
Should only be
Seen as natural
 Aug 2020 Yohan
Kirsten Claire
I leave gifts for strangers
In alleyways of places once been
Like a postal service
That's gone out of business
But I'm a poor girl
Just still trying to do her job





8/20/2020
 Aug 2020 Yohan
ilias
Life is this tiny space
between
infinities

A finger‘s width full of
love and despair and
the desire to be
free
 Aug 2020 Yohan
Anais Vionet
(3 Senryus)

No - don’t kiss me
unless you're planning to
start a new habit.

Don't borrow kisses
unless you can return them
with real interest.

Remember boy-O
it's all fun and games 'til
someone falls in love.
three haikus - about kisses borrowed - not stolen  =]
Good-by, proud world, I'm going home,
Thou'rt not my friend, and I'm not thine;
Long through thy weary crowds I roam;
A river-ark on the ocean brine,
Long I've been tossed like the driven foam,
But now, proud world, I'm going home.

Good-by to Flattery's fawning face,
To Grandeur, with his wise grimace,
To upstart Wealth's averted eye,
To supple Office low and high,
To crowded halls, to court, and street,
To frozen hearts, and hasting feet,
To those who go, and those who come,
Good-by, proud world, I'm going home.

I'm going to my own hearth-stone
Bosomed in yon green hills, alone,
A secret nook in a pleasant land,
Whose groves the frolic fairies planned;
Where arches green the livelong day
Echo the blackbird's roundelay,
And ****** feet have never trod
A spot that is sacred to thought and God.

Oh, when I am safe in my sylvan home,
I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome;
And when I am stretched beneath the pines
Where the evening star so holy shines,
I laugh at the lore and the pride of man,
At the sophist schools, and the learned clan;
For what are they all in their high conceit,
When man in the bush with God may meet.
 Aug 2020 Yohan
Astrea
Sunflowers
 Aug 2020 Yohan
Astrea
I look at you
and dream of sunflowers
because you told me once
that home was where the sunflowers were
and I’ve been awaiting summer since then.
This is actually a dialogue I plan to include in the fantasy book I am writing :)

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