I Have this Garden of Poems








full of flowers that bloom
at first
and then carried away with my greenthumb
i planted everything
trees and more trees and shrubs and bamboos
and vines and hanging plants

almost everything
and so the blooming flowers died
and the grasses diminishing like some
hair of this baldness

but nothing is lost in this garden of poems
the birds came and built their nests
some are still coming
every morning
and then the chirping begins





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Sultry Evening

Sultry Evening

Starlets quietly peep
from ebony curtain,
smiling mischievously
eager to sprinkle
dream-dusts,

Crystal springs
mirror
glowing halo,
a cascade of
silky moonbeams,

Draped in velvet gown,
aroma of
rain-soaked earth
embraces the
sultry evening.

by Lonely Rider

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