Love Minimalism
12 September 2015
A bouquet of Love
Body, mind and soul flowered
Within your embrace
.
Love Minimalism
The recount of great wonders
Within tightest space
.
The bread of Mercy
11 September 2015
When you had grown old
Tired and worn out by life
Kissed dreamtime over
I watched over you
As you swam in oblivion
With memories wept
I handed you sight
That damned me to see untold
For clocks would not wind
You sank with the weight
Of history unfolded
To death of morrows
I cried for lost nights
For this place was a shelter
To our broken dreams
With last strength of age
You reached out to a light stream
Woven across Time
Thumbelina spread
Across infinity’s maze
The bread of Mercy
Gray clouds trail across the sky. In the pale winter sun a flock of geese (Ben Grafström--Akita, Japan)
Vibe alone for a while
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