Art. Poetry. AI.
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” Mary Oliver
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“In his hand he takes the eggshell, From the ground he takes the fragments,..”
Bread pudding and tea Warm our hearts in winter time Sweet and cozy bliss
Wheels of escape From fear and anxiety But where do they lead?
A dark butterfly Emerges from the cocoon No more rainbows now
Mistle thrush on birch Sings and suns his speckled breast King of scarlet fruits
November rain falls Acidic drops on the ground The world is silent
Parasol mushroom By the hedge in misty rain A hidden treasure
The stars are fading Tears are the only witness Of a broken heart
Foreigner in world Walking with a black cat friend Searching for a home
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