born from a spring
from mother earth's womb
an adventurous child hood and teen
...
in those days
as cavemen..man feared
the rumble and tumble in the sky
the lightning and thunder
...
a baby's chat goes on and on
it does not stop it with it's mom
a dog in the street
a leaf or a flower
...
we did see it in
each others eyes
the love which
we never shared in words
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a fleet of birds
in the sky
forming an arrow
cutting across the wind
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my first love poem
happens to be the world's oldest one
between
the seashore wind and the tree in the shore
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{INSPIRED TO WRITE IN THIS FORM AFTER READING
KARIN ANDERSON'S 'BUTTERFLY MAGIC'}
[ a poem of ten lines syllable count equating
to line number]
...
Our body may not be
what we think it to be
it could be much more in a sense
it could be a listener to world's resonance
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[fireworks in the sky]
the plain white stars
hide and disappear
...
a deep blue sky
a careless streak
of cloud there
careless yet a perfect stroke
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