My notebook starts and ends with blank pages empty box holds no answer
– this was true just before the trip to Crete, it’s not anymore; beware of the 8 Crete poems shortly
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My notebook starts and ends with blank pages empty box holds no answer – this was true just before the trip to Crete, it’s not anymore; beware of the 8 Crete poems shortly I hurt my self today thinking of starting all over again but then again no six decades once is enough outside wind, rain and leaves I wish and the fairy granted inside cozy fireplace Not one but many leaves fall like a dream prolonging seconds to minutes History of culture we have it some less some more colorfully Comment to recent post’ at Hidenori Hiruta place Akita Haiku. by the moon ice crystals flourish by the sun melting battlefield |
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