Dark skinned,
cross eyed,
with thick mascara
She was a poet.
...
By the bedroom window
There is a photograph,
Of our family trip to the zoo.
my wife posing for a photo
...
To the gravedigger, dear sir
let the ivy grow and the rain fall in the stele
As a flower fall from Eden, I hear the angels sing
While I slightly twist and turn in the God's acre, so deep.
...
Whose idea it was,
An early morning picnic by the beach!
The air is cold and the sea is loud
With the sea gulls all clattering
...
And softly again rises the raged storm
In the fields of wheat and rye
There is no home for butterflies
But a falcon winds by
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What do the heavenly eyes gaze upon?
A squall hurdles
As silence, descend to rain
her temple doors rattle
...