Here in the Valley
wood rots, metal rusts
even stone is covered in moss
the works of man disappear
dense forest consumes all
and bright flowers grow.
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After living in Oregon
I can understand
how it is possible
to lose
a whole Temple in India.
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Within the Chimera: a poetry collection
PoésieThis is the world where I grow my inner poet: no holds barred as long as I think it's safe for public consumption. All poems will be dated with the original creation date, so if I post things out of order (a highly likely occurrence), all my reader...
