so deep
the ocean of love…
in quietness
a prose paragraph
I recite like a
lyrical poem
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muse of pine leaves
in the westward breeze…
holding the moon,
with her twinkling stars
I translate my verse in dream
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love anthology
the imprint of rose flower
the imprint of rose flower
gently enlivens
the pages of memory
in the mid-way of my reading
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in the mid-way of my reading
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Colorado
Boulevard.net, 26.2.2020 (Ed. Katha Abela Wilson)
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