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My stories

The winter rain falls on Boars Hill

The winter rain falls on Boars Hill. With a lucid symphony full of beat the sky had opened its vast theatre to act the heavens out. A full house - the earth glistens in diamante fulfils the sky's wet destiny

As the transient wind

As the transient wind, as the escaping smoke, when many stay content I must rise into other fateful destinies, spill myself out when the ghost of the transitory goes right through us anxious receivers,

The poets' curse

The poets' curse for those who will complain where they should tell, who judge their feeling where they should develop, who still express their sadness or their joy as if they knew and were allowed

Death of a father

...he thought there still was plenty of time....

Out of the dark

Let me hold a leaf up to he sky: you see against the sun the black silhouette framed by the light. Your eyes rise higher, the even blacker shapes of migrating birds, forked opaque dots, barely visible...

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