Best Tendril Poems

Aroma of dawn
Whispering into nostrils
Your crimson tendril
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6/1/2017...

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For our own convenience
We have invented methods counting time
In seconds, minutes, centuries and so on
No wonder to know
There is no longitude and latitude
Curved out in the sky
Or on the body of the earth
No dividers of hemispheres
Crossing it is neither ominous
Nor brings it a good luck...

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the morning tendril
on the hands and face with the
windows of the kiss...

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How many more times
Will the body count rise.
How many more times
While truth is denied.
How many more times
Will the rocket bombs fly
In the dark of night
To rain death from the sky.
And how many more times
Must little children die.
As their families ask why
With tears of despair filled...

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