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Three poems

Lethal Times

The rain's visit
Dark enigma
Covers the

Nurturing mist of rain
Bring me your wine
The lethal one
That deprives me of
Scraps, Cries and sob scenes.

The Realm of Fish

Soaked in
Moon's limitless light
Through clear water.
From the desolate depths
of the seabed's garden
a fish-like woman
with red lips
climbs the reed
leaving a bleeding wound
on my lips.


Morning spreads across
The sorrows of a distance
To harvest some source
Of chance.
Warmth is back
My hair is white
The spring river
Listens to the sky
And sparrows my wealth.
The vast lake
Is ready to swallow me
And free me.