Sunday, May 23, 2021

some small poems


alone, I see the
world on its own

... 

silence consumes
all the words,
the world, a sound
expression

... 

one means
there's a two,
one world,
untrue

... 

I severe all the links
I had with nature,
I'm established
in the knowledge
I sought for years
I become free

... 

weapons are
intruders here
for good,
for no good

... 

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