Kiki Materi Poems

here is like winter-
here some blooming willows
down in the foothills
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Penguins in circle
In the middle of winter
Absent from big hugs
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The low on paper in a cash register
The numbers near-syn, the payment
Smudged and blurry prices
Creased inside a wet palm
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And when they say war rots you
Rotten
The man with struggle knows
Rotten
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a ballet dancer
inside the burning forest
the fire dances now
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tiny tadpoles
become the heart of the spring
in the green river
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the all-white snow
frozen the yards this winter
and hands frozen too
inside the house a warm warmth
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My glorious homeland
High in the blue sky I saw her
Through a hole of a cloud
The so small piece of earth
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a music
on town's flower bed
is blooming
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The moment is breeze
whispered secrets of the now
touch gentle the time
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