Four Picture Poems
the moon kisses
with dark lips
when bird of desire
returns
midday clouds
swallows slowly
the old day
alone serenity
in peaceful space
slowing
and drown floating
echoes of water gills
quivering brushes
of appearing darkness
strange and pretty
first photos
through infant steps
of identities
where passing tales
at earth places
are present
ink-stained score pages
touching alone heart
with silent music
note sensations
in quiet praise
to fingered will
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