From Diary of An Invisible April
Holy Saturday.25.
Passing by during yesterday's sleeplessness
the little goddess with her purple ribbon
who since childhood carries my secrets about
smiled at me for just a moment
Later she vanished sailing to the right
and went to empty my rubbish basket
- the soul's cigarette butts and rejected poems -
where the sea haughty and full of old youth is still boiling.
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Stratis Thalassinos Among the Agapanthi There are no asphodels, violets, or hyacinths; how then can you talk with the dead? The dead know ... -
BATIK of Javanese [Indonesian] origin is melted wax applied to cotton cloth. In Yogyakarta , I watched fascinated as tradition...
Beautiful!
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