Author: Brigitta Bali

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Oh the pain, 
THE PAIN!

Regrown
remained
like rotten meat
and all the tears in vain.

Let me go, 
let me die,
let me flee,
let me fly!

Or just give me a shy hug
like a brother or a 

…

Trees are grown, roses bloom
Birds are looking for a mate
The magic happens again
It is  f a i t h
Pure pearl in a heart-shell:
l i f e
Magic happens when you expect it
It is  t 

…

Narrow path of loneliness

Magic night
                                        Crows wallow around
in the snow

~~~~ Moonwalk dreams ~~~~

Ratty winds roar
Spiderwebs of dewy breath     
entwined in beaded air

                                    Before Dawn breaks

 singing in the Spirit of Spring

…

DAWN…..

crowd….. heat….. no relief…..

panel-desert….. a grayhound

sniffs the air….. dried pond…..

***

NOON…..

celestial calm…..

clouds cruise….. the beam is gone…..

hailstones hit the ground…..

***

DUSK…..

pink rose….. dogs….. pine trees…..

sweet broom….. your home….. look at …

sparkling eyes
glowing shoes
cereals
never booze

pug-nosed but sad
plays games like mad
his hair is like fitch
his mom is old bitch

a perfect boy
tall and slim
always a joy
to be with him  

…

Grateful for the curse, the bliss,
for what I got and what is gone
for the rain, the moon, the sun!
Blow wind, blow with golden glow!

Sweep away the bloody Earth!
Bold spirit, fly high! Beneath
swirling snowflakes hide …