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From afar, a trumpet resounded without a tune sang a dog in a four-pawed cadence silence the trees danced along the march. Footsteps drummed in a celebration of summer like no other, the sun lit up with a smile from
Poems
The Count Before the Choice
The Count Before the Choice
There are things I must learn to do, yet before, I count to ten. One, not everything is solved by impulse. Two, you procrastinate too much. Three, nothing is too big. Four, nothing is too little. Everything has weight. Weigh
2017 In Poetry
2017 In Poetry
This is the year we made decisions and gripped them strongly as if they were palms of someone else’s hands even if they were the wrong kind. We stood by them; no — we stood by us, and stayed still
Love, Darling
Love, Darling
Love, darling. The world is at a loss the nice things are rusty, cruelty becomes a norm. The tip of her tongue is as sharp as a dagger; her fingers, a nib spilling pitch-black holes into the canvass where no
The World, Sometimes
The World, Sometimes
Sometimes, the world is a three-year-old, throwing tantrums, not wanting to go to bed Sometimes, the world age past eternity and eyes, wide awake, await for death Sometimes, the world counted stars without names and guess which one hits next
