this spring
ground breath
animals too ...
free frompeoplesfoot
...
Reading strong poem
A question fill in my mind
waste word, new one
He is behind table
...
where are you traveling
without me
I did not understand
you are going
...
an old man
a bare house
the big one, the red rose
cherries, and a pool
...
Eating faith of soil
Little, by little
These wild red bushes
Far from here
...
night, fever, silence
loneliness
where am i sitting?
someone is coming
...
Incomplete past
stay on this paper
you are clamorous wave
A paper in wind
...
I am thinking alone
About passed days,
And you are eating
You are writing
...
I go beside window
There is story, maybe a dream
staying behind these windows
A hopper all the morning
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