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Apples
in a bowl
on a wooden table
glowing
in a beam
of sunshine

A window
facing trees
gently moving
in the winds
of Summer

A hand
pooring coffee
for a friend
at the table

Senses intermingling:
apples, wood, summer wind
talk and friendship
in a timeless moment
of simplicity.
A dog will
Lick you to death
If you stop moving
A cat
Will eat your flesh
If they
Situation
Improving
us poets, often gaze the stars wishing for them to always love the moon.
thanking the sun, to kiss the sunflowers, what silly little loons
Some days, the moon is full.
Sometimes, it’s nothing at all.
But you are still there—
no matter how you feel inside.
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