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Piercing white doves

The piercing white doves fell from the sky. In her ears, an avalanche, echoed a snowstorm on Earth, of vivid white doves seeking rebirth. Through dim possibilities, escalating, escalating. Dancing in darkness, their lives were unlimited, until in the new dawn when the dark went away, there were blue fireflies that entered the day. Those … Continue reading

My way or the high way

A bit of a social critique poem here, not to be taken literally. Look at you, don’t you feel small? You see, it is my way, or the high way, got that? You are in too deep, you selfish creep, look at you, who do you think you are? You want a job, tread the … Continue reading