Twig to twig the bird
Jumping, chirping hard
Cause green leaf
Now in grief
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Hold the dream till dawn
Let the breeze blow lorn
Live long life
Grip hope rife
...
Dye the wings of bird
Keep the love as guard
Fly to kiss
Free and peace
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The atom of blood on the nib of pencil, no eyes to brush it; stories of the teardrops on the path of torn poems; the leaf of banana is now the merciful shelter of the head of the eraser; poet or poetry is swimming on the watercolor of life wonderfully and I lost everything egotistically ~ give me love, give me love and give me love Blind Poet Mac Che from the world of ultimate God~)
Poetic Diction
Poetic pen ink
Elated sage link
Written rose
Endless pose
© Mac Che
Give me a rose garden I will give you loving weather
Poetry is the celestial wealth of a poet