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Apr 17
these last leaves
fall like coins

from a hole
in god’s pocket

this morning
the sun stood

through the mists
of the city

life vibrates
with colors

with roots
that touch

and tap


we skim the surface we quickly move on we miss the point


what is so unrecognizable
about happiness?

what is so impossible
about love?
Michael Sean Maloney
Written by
Michael Sean Maloney  60/M/Japan
(60/M/Japan)   
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