
A soft jet of water – washing out the rough spots – let the bubble free.
Skrivpuff: Tvätta.

Actually – own hearth is gold worth – just saying.


Tears for sale – mind every soul in dried passways – crying rivers.

Reaching top – while crowded below – the lonely way.

My grounded stones – present an upper stage in twilight – for lovers only.

This herd – keeping all so trusty together – no matter what.

About gender – the obvious is a statement – feathers in place.

Writing the light – out of shadows and darkness – turnarounds in life.

Interfering – when hitting thoughtful words – left a deep sigh.

Arms of cherry blossom
long as ten soulsinging heart beats
the magic moment.
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