
rain all night
cherry blossoms
on the dog's paws
in the food bowl
kibble
cherry blossom
vitamin b
The world is a poem. Sentient beings write the world-poem every day, thus creating the world; breathing, dreaming, waking, walking, kissing, arguing, racing, crawling, on our knees, suspended in mid jump over a gutter, sleeping under a tree, toiling at work, digging deeper. Join me.
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