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Vianne Lior Feb 19
A peach falls at dusk—
stars crack open in the dark,
dripping light like juice.
Vianne Lior Feb 18
Glass lilies drift slow,
a koi swims through pale reflections,
stars ripple, then break.

Vianne Lior Feb 18
A thousand cranes rise—
dawn spills gold along their wings,
the sky folds open.

#haiku #cranes #origami
Vianne Lior Feb 18
Purple tendrils sway,
wind hums old forgotten songs,
stars blink, half-asleep.
Vianne Lior Feb 18
Glass-winged moths hover,
opal figs drip milky dusk,
stars hum, ripe with light.

Vianne Lior Feb 18
Peel me open and you will find—
not flesh, not bone,
but echoes of words that died in my throat.
My ribs,
a library of unsent letters.
My spine,
a staircase no one climbs.
I was never here, not really.
Only the dust remembers my weight.

From where the mountains kiss the blue
I drop a note
I love you.

The faded pink of her lips
blends with the radiant gold
the sun pours into the air.

My mind wispy light in joy
flies over the top
before melting in silence.

No words count here
in the quiet submission.
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