​Springtime in Central Park

In Central Park the cherries start to bloom This sun-drenched day when birds have left their notes For us, intruders in their sanctuary moats, Unseen but heard where shaded branches loom. I walk a path that’s filled with cut-wood chips, Fine grass and leaves enveloping …

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Witch’s Brew

A fern surrounds my life like a hollow mazeIn the intricate lattice of love’s first gaze;Following a pattern that guides me on this roadI reach for her lips beneath the mistletoe. My love comes forth with the apple of desire,A tangled taste that takes a life …

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