mifael llauderes

One can count the stones
But not the ripples…the
Echoes of ones conduct
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Even The rain

Is fair and
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Reaching far for
The topmost branch
A delicate hand labors
For the fruit of her want
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An old man boils his
Soup, he’s no other source of
Warmth…but his own arms
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..a beauty smothered
While it’s trying to breathe
Somehow do through
The pores of the
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A stalk produces a dripping sap
When freshly cut
And it does not when healed
Much like a poet
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I am a feather
Light as the air
I will rest
On open palm…still and calm
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Firm are my feet
On My ground
While you
Take wing
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We do seek
Some times
The empty
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Rainclouds, come…
The beast is toiling
The roots of grasses
Have grown tough because of drought
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Before a clear sky
A gentle wind is petting
with a window chime;
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The girliest girl
I ever met
The way she
Moves the wind
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“You are hurting me all through and through
And love the one who’s fooling you
Just be with me- and I’ll get by
If having you, this be the price,
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As far as my eyes can see
It’s not all

What is the purpose of seeing
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Tackling on a slippery trail
Up on a high steeping hill
The trunks and twigs
And jutting roots
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Gripping knuckles against knuckles
Gnashing the teeth against teeth
Heaving breast to stretch a temper
Groaning hoarse to ease release
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there was once
a fainting hope,
behold, it shines anew!
before it flickered off she came
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The silence grows into
A subtle emptiness
A blowing wind
Through and through
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Seeping promptly on the ground
Spilt, I watch it disappear
Does it, as it sinks like water,
Gather more when it is deeper
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