tilting up and down
a row of pigeons
on a loose wire
smile and laugh
putting wings
to my day
the stream flows
trailing time
in a canvas of infinity
dawn lotuses
i am open to all
beautiful ideas
anger
the body burning up
itself
shakened to the core
have the japanese really repented
from WW2 excesses?
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