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letter to spring
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
Thursday 25th February 2021 11:05 am
A Perfect Afternoon
Leisurely and alone,
I was wandering in the museum garden.
Flowers were completely gone,
But deep green summer leaves fully grown,
And on each branch
Small birds all the way chirping:
Certainly for me a perfect afternoon
To be seated still and calm,
To be lost in poem-reciting!
But suddenly a wind arose
When a human voice caught my ear,
Saying low ye...
Thursday 2nd July 2020 5:24 pm
The Poor Little Dove
The Poor Little Dove/Michael Kwack
To watch the wave play with the wind,
I sat by the museum garden pond.
Then a small pigeon came flying,
Landed to her feet, tiny and cute,
And stared up at me, a bit intensely,
Only blinking her eyes, no other move.
She was like a camera model baby,
And I recalled my infanthood pictures.
I started taking some ph...
Thursday 25th June 2020 11:55 am
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