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the watercolour sky
brings
a pot of memories
tingling sensation
at the back of my eyes

109

filling gaze
penetrating silence
momentary hesitation
in every move
intangibles touch the essence of being

108

choked
in the lingering scent
of the last day of spring
cherry petals
are squashed
on the busy drive

107

scent of lavender
was smeared over
weary spine
with a little
holiness of affection

106

in the reflection
of the green domain
butterfly sips
the nectar of
metaphysical florets

105

the straightfowarded gaze
burns
the ambivalence of life
leaving the urge
to suck the sap of the hezel

104

cold
as if winter
came back
to get
what he forgot