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Haiku of the yak
Pride of bovine kind
Wanderer of the mountains
None could best a yak
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One Saturday Night
On the windowsill
He sat,
Staring at the sky,
Writing words
Known only in his head,
Leaning against a reflection,
Watching the moon,
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The waterfall of the east
Far to the east
The waterfall flows
A wellspring of life
As everyone knows
Beneath the cliffs
It washes away strife
Bringing to hearts
A joyous light
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A tribute to my favorite poem
Based on the poem "This is just to say" by William Carlos Williams.
I have drunk
the tea
that was on
the counter
and which
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Falling
I’ve always loved
The feeling of falling
But being dragged down
Is different
Feeling unbalanced
Lost
Losing control
As life speeds by
Feeling helpless
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A fun little poem about a sheep that I thought of while jogging
There once was a sheepWho ate grass by the heap
It wandered through shopsIt trotted across streets
Then it happened upon wheatsWhich it devoured in six heavenly feasts
Loves
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If Only I Could Hug the Stars
If only I could hug
The stars;
Perhaps I could shatter them
And cup the shards
In my palms,
The cracks constellations
Aligning with my veins,
But that isn’t close enough
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The walls I built up
Every time you try to get close, I push you away...
Every time you ask if I'm alright I don't know what to say...
I'm always saying sorry even if it's not my fault...
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Dreaming Between the Rocks and the Water
When I’m upset,
I like to come out here,
This place I would like to weave,
Where I can sit on the rocks
With my feet in the water,
With the sun dancing across the ripples,
Where my heart can be the shore,
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Summer
the air tastes like honey and promise
sticky with the scent of blooming jasmine
and freshly cut grass that crunches beneath bare feet
the sky drips blue
stretching wider every afternoon
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Dragon's Bouquet and Dino's Dreams
Dragon wandered through the forest,
Smiling at his bouquet
Full of bluebells and daisies,
But sighed as he remembered
It was forever incomplete.
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I made tea
I made tea this morning.
I put the leaves in, watching the steam dance with childlike wonder.
I returned to my laptop, staring at a half finished chapter, the bags under my eyes more apparent than ever.