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One of my poems

Remaining dreams The graveyard of dreams rests in cold dark days. Frost rises on tree bark, picks dry pine cones, encircles me, like...

One of my haibun

Work boots The narrow lane leads to the abandoned farmhouse, hidden behind blackberry bushes. The fence is still recognizable. The...

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