there's that distance in her

something remote and far

like the canals of Mars, an

ice monolith atop a star

her soul of cosmic mystery

went to places I cannot ken

sheathed in armoured silk

none knew where or when

in those blue eyes is infinity

windows on time and space

blinking before shutters up

in a cryptic chain-mail face

enigmatic were her ridd...

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letter to spring / michael kwack

in a wind

there i smell a scent of spring

i've passed the winter away

in a far place alone

but it was now

only hours of emptiness

i've got to write letters

the last confession to myself

then meet the spring

in complete quietness

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