While walking
back
my fingers
graze in fields
filed
with bright white flowers
grown
in memory
pollinating
each next step
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pictures
Day 1200, sea.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The chain drags
dead weeds
from the bottom
in the sea
I go to
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Day 1199, roots.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A sea of green
surrounds me
when I fall
in grass
closer
to my roots
~
fear
of unknown eyes
between these roots
is what I meet
down there
~
among the animals
now
in this jungle
made of mirrors
I fear
the eyes
surrounding me
and feel
~
at home
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Day 1197, draws.
Day's pictures, Poetry
This color
draws me
deep
in side
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Day 1196, blinding.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The light
I see you in
shines from behind
blinding me
when you bend
in the shifting
winds
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Day 1195, tense.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Shedding
your hiding place
like a flower
still tense, waiting
for some
warmth
time
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Day 1194, one drop.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The rain falls
without you
getting wet
by chance
that one drop
…
Day 1192, lock.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When it is gray
dark gray
the lock
innards
are exposed
understood.
But still
the exit
door
is hard
to open
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Day 1190, weeds.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I see you
wandering
summer flowers
disguised weeds
enticing
me
in
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Day 1188, constant order.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Mechanical waves
hit
in a constant
order
like nature
interfered
by my
thoughts
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Day 1187, still light.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Disconnected floating
away from our roots
down
still light
maybe we land
close
together
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Day 1186, a day.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My kingdom.
For a day?
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Day 1185, break point.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Intertwined
we are stronger
till
we reach
the
end
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Day 1183, draft.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The sun shines
cold water
shallow
between your toes
in the sand
~
the sea withdraws
you in
where the ground
slowly
disappears
~
you float
alone
whiteout
time
~
and see
mountains rise
from the dark
expanse
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Day 1182, a bone.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I have a bone
to pick.
Do you?
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Day 1181, friendly cage.
Day's pictures, Poetry
They move me
in this friendly cage
to unknown places
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