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Auschwitz

 

Snap! Perfect selfie

A tick on the bucket list

Another holiday memory

from a trip,

 

to Auschwitz...

 

There are flowers here in Auschwitz

Growing on the blood-soaked ground

 

A flower number 55  is red

Like the blood that had been shed

 

A flower number 129 smells like gas

Like the chambers that took lives

 

A flower number 3 078 smells like pa...

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The Umbrella Haiku

 

 

 

Stay here, next to me

Hide under my umbrella

Let’s walk together...

 

 

 

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Lucky

 

 

Lucky, lucky, lucky me

Growing on a wealthy golden tree

On juicy branches living peacefully

Oh lucky, lucky me

 

Lucky, lucky, lucky me

Picking sweet fruits of prosperity

Each day luxurious as can be

Oh lucky, lucky me

 

Lucky, lucky, lucky me

Green leaves of money surrounding me

Buying me things, fulfilling me

Oh lucky, lucky me

 

Lucky, luck...

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Hungry Haiku

 

 

It’s enough for me

The look of your hungry eyes

You don’t have to ask…

 

 

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The Bottom

 

 

It’s 

so quiet

Lonely

Miles apart 

from the surface

Drowning in herself

Still alive but dead

Cold

So cold

 

Sinking to the bottom 

 

Held by 

the invisible chains 

Gasping for air

but breathing something else

Powerless 

She knows what comes next

Another night in the turbid 

depths of a nightmare 

On her own 

All alone in the ...

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If I, could turn back time...

 

If I could turn back time

I would wake up with you

Sit together, on your 

favorite bench in the garden, 

and be silent

I would look into your eyes,

and see how tired they really are

Touch your hands, 

to understand the weight 

they carry every day

I would listen to you

Hear the words coming 

from your heart

Learn your fears, your hopes 

and dreams

...

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