The Truth

From the belltower
On a clear-minded day
you can see… the truth

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An open window

The warm summer breeze blows through

My lonely bedroom

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barren walls
a painting not yet started
seeking inspiration

Lost

Lost.
body and soul starving
to find themselves

A Premature Passing

Summer leaves falling
From the elm tree that's dying

Just like us

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Seeking solitude
Inside the Pink Lady Slipper
The moth soon found it

Things Come and Go

Swallowed by darkness
A tempest to lash one's soul

And then the storm breaks