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Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
YOU and are not us.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories