The taste of life
enshrined by death and cold
is the sweetest
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natural magic
Category: haiku
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the birds fled as /
the smart trot and jingling of the rimy harnesses/
cross the laughing woods
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How it went:
I was on the prowl to take some photos of the wildlife, in a little wood nearby. I do that a lot. The weather was cold, the wind bit my cheeks. Curiously, the birds started singing, and I did my best to sneak up on them.
Suddenly, the sound of approaching hooves startled the birds, and they took off. As the carriage passed by my position, the people on it started laughing. I must have looked foolish, standing there in the ditch, clambering unto the rimy rosebush, camera glued to my face.
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butterfly
a young summer day
butterflies are dancing in the light
I go on with a smile
blue
did you ever wonder,
why everything far away seems to
become blue?
homo ex machina
the guardian angel you´ve requested,
is now available. Please select devine guidance, and
set account to self destruct
women my age
Mother nature made me amply,
luscious- but without karies and venereal disease
I´m a f***ing renaissance woman
remote
I need a pause
button in my life. And a mute button.
I need them badly.
