I love our little town
with real fireplaces
heart-warming talks
Dark night dances in the snow
or just the kitchens
Gifts from the soul
Love for years
I'm so smitten
completely taken
I am
Two thousand twenty two seconds
And so it goes
that I'm already in love with this new year
But what's new
I'll loven at least many times
before next sunrise
Цветы жизни
We were little
We opened up each other's
heads
And ate some of the walnut inside
less than half, carefully
Not a big deal -
we'd grow more
On a camping trip
space s on purpose
Silver puddle s
on the floor
They fold and unfold
like yoga mudras sped up
Like thoughts leading me
out of here
Like flickering lights
letting me know
someone is taking care
of me
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