Everyman's

The sun shines briskly on the leafy wings of the twiligt White feathers kissing you like your loving child The moon will be out soon with breezy footsteps Will there be rain to-night? If you dance like a blue swan on the lake If you sing songs of beautiful life There will be joy and smiles all... Sign in to see full entry.

Where the sky Slowly closes its daily eyes And darkness falls Into the wobbly breasts Of the wind The hibiscus jungle Beats the silence In slow straw pulse Of flames Like in a summer solstice... The praying hands Of dissolving men and women - Unfolded, and swaying To grow in darklit shadows Of... Sign in to see full entry.

Maybe the worsening cheekbones Refuse to die the death of a humble pie Praying gods walk alone Hand in hand with the fright of fear The milky silence ready to burn The humble ghosts of eternally fearing dog's days Just in tandem with the colloidal jerks Of unbeing as if thickening tenderly in... Sign in to see full entry.

Maybe the worsening cheekbones Refuse to die the death of a humble pie Praying gods walk alone Hand in hand with the fright of fear The milky silence ready to burn The humble ghosts of eternally fearing dog's days Just in tandem with the colloidal jerks Of unbeing as if thickening tenderly in... Sign in to see full entry.

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A gossamer of wind Floating visibly in the air The lantern flotilla Chugging in a voice Of screaming silence Along the cobblestone road Long lapsing moments Closing on the rear window Opening near to the darkness In blinding eyes Beating drums shining Throbbing sky drowning The indexing twangs Of... Sign in to see full entry.

A gossamer of wind Floating visibly in the air The lantern flotilla Chugging in a voice Of screaming silence Along the cobblestone road Long lapsing moments Closing on the rear window Opening near to the darkness In blinding eyes Beating drums shining Throbbing sky drowning The indexing twangs Of... Sign in to see full entry.

The old woman Old enough to live by In years to count her days Or in the number of her hairs Graying in hiding With the ticking of clock In grazing moments of eternity A few lapses Of footsteps away From the rushing autobahn She was standing alone With a big burden Of a sackful of dead woods On her... Sign in to see full entry.

The old woman Old enough to live by In years to count her days Or in the number of her hairs Graying in hiding With the ticking of clock In grazing moments of eternity A few lapses Of footsteps away From the rushing autobahn She was standing alone With a big burden Of a sackful of dead woods On her... Sign in to see full entry.

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