Micropoetry-3

4 micro-poems in 3-5-3
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Daliโ€™s art
what you get is not
what you see

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setting sun
he tastes the red sky
on her lips

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empty arms
the aftertaste of
a limp hug

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old temple
the smell of oil
in stone lamps
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April:#20- 12/30

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7 thoughts on “Micropoetry-3

      1. It really *is* that bad! Much worse than none at all.

        Was struggling with wrens too but finally found something that clicked — I think — o.O — but a hawk wandered in, inadvertently ๐Ÿ˜‰

        Really enjoying your micropoetry ๐Ÿ™‚

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