frisky tadpoles
in my visual field...
winter deluge
the sound
of silence after the first
winter rain …
how precious is the moment when
the sun turns the other cheek
raindrops in Findon…
a flock of wild ducks come out
to play; stealing kisses
sowing the
seeds of desire after
the fall…
a cloud painted
with your smiles
the moon sings
yet you sit like the Pharaoh’s cat
purring
a new voice
in the ‘hood foretold
and yet, the light
of old memory fills the
heart of many
© Lawrence U.


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the sun turns the other cheek"
a beautiful perspective!
Thank you for posting to The Surreal Circus.
poetics you can taste on the palate of a smile~
I’m doing a mass hello to everyone on my friends list.
“Hello”, my name is Lee P. You are my friend and I’m just stopping by to say hello. I hope that today will be your best day yet and that all your tomorrows will be filled with joy and happiness.
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Thank you!