Twenty Four Eyes

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A spring breeze blows
AND THE WORLD SUFFERED
and with reverence.
So don’t lose heart.
Our children are gone.
WERE CARRIED ALONG

the baby was premature.
in heaven’s name
through the fields
THE SILHOUETTE OF THE MOUNTAINS
means everything to me.
I cried all right.

Limping along on my crutches,
White sails cross the sea
The walls of his house fell in.
The lights in the heavens
Your replacement
The sound of the wind

to take care of your mother
Were the last words on their lips
Flags were waved so hard
HOPES FOR THE FUTURE
Then hook pinkies.
at the Red Cross.

Snip, snip, snippety snip
“May today’s battle drench me in red.”
a former pupil.
in your heart.
Please forgive
The shapes of the clouds

Watch your words
from the shadows
The tide coming in
There’s so much
But the creeping vine
JOYS AND SORROWS.

Heaven and earth
The color of the woods
Will stay with us
We look back
that unripe persimmon.
Never stop loving her

She’s in the hospital.
THEIR DAYS
THROUGH THE GREAT DEPRESSION.
A thick mist frames
an anthology, Seeds of Grass.
disappeared like a springtime dream.

Moonlight once shone
The friendship and kindness
on the cape, I cried for joy.
Bravely vowing
We couldn’t die
She writes to me sometimes.

The vast cloud of our hopes
Wandering the beach
The rest of our lives
I’m always alone during the day.
The light of the stars
wore you out.

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Moscow Does Not Believe in Tears

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for men in trains.
IN TEARS
To come and forever in there
It will warm a lonely soul

April will dawn.
loving you.
Goodbye.
and bitter.

If he loves you, he’ll forgive you.
Here, hold him.
wedding rings on each hand,
in one huge parabola,

I’ll whisper in your ear “shsh”
whom I love now.
that real life still lay
carefully prepared.

he’s obsessed by his loneliness.
And cold tongue with a cream sauce.
He rocketed,
Nowhere.

in the country.
it’s impossible to fall in love.
And make summer dresses
buried in textbooks,

The moon is a sphere
A book.
forever.
for the maximum…

with no kids, with no wife,
Some stains don’t come out.
The last time I saw you,
I felt something like that.

the ends of the earth…
with a candle inside,
It only believed in love.
The End

the sound of a reed-pipe
silent for so long.
I love your mother because…
the whole truth today.

I understand.
endless lying.
A loving son to his dear dad
Her husband’s death was pretty

A man can start over again
thick, exaggerated.
People just watch television
Today, lonely souls don’t know

Men are afraid of women
This is the black currant bush
waiting downstairs.
It’s a mystery.

All the words I’ve so
and that takes time.
I’ve always pretended
unmarried women is closed.

If I’m guilty of hurting you,
from gauzy cotton.
The pillows, too.
of my hand.

So many years have passed…
You wonder what do men want.
A waltz has begun,
you feel like howling.

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