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Notes:
1. Made on April 11th, 2022
2. Not exactly one of my best
3. Please forgive me
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Notes:
1. Made on April 11th, 2022
2. Not exactly one of my best
3. Please forgive me
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Notes:
1. Written in December 2019, or maybe early January 2020
__________over the park
the pigeon made its nest
in the tennis racket
that had been caught in the branches of the cherry tree
for three years now
or more
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Notes:
1. Written on July 3rd, 2020
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Notes:
1. Written on March 17th, 2011
__________They built a calendar out of trees and flowers in the meadows around the town.
12 groves in a circle, a new colour blooming each month.
In January, the white of snowdrops
In February, the yellow of daffodils
In March, the green of grey willow
In April, the blue of wisteria
In May, the pink of cherry blossoms
In June, the red of poppies
In July, the honeyed yellow of catkins on sweet chestnut trees
In August, the purple velvet of tufted vetch
In September, the crimson of burnet
In October, the gold of autumn hawkbit
In November, the grey beards clinging to the branches of the clematis trees
Then December comes.
In the silence nothing grows,
but much is buried
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Notes:
1. Written on September 4, 2019
2. And reminiscent of this previous tale – The town, the forest, the past