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so many reasons to stop believing
and yet again how is this possible?
its you on my mind
and six impossible things before breakfast...

1 1
2020-08-22

frog pond...
a leaf falls in
without a sound

Bernard Einbond | Ohara Koson

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2020-08-15



a flowerpot
blows away in a hurricane
the widow
weighing in at 110
goes flying after it

11 20
2020-08-05



DREAMING OF DREAM...

Choose any of your favourite
from Christian Schloe gallery

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2020-07-20

almost midnight~
somewhere in a forgotten dream our shadows kiss
once upon a summertime
across the melting distance...

0 2
2020-07-15

Facemask Profiteering

They've started making facemasks
to go with people's clothes
will they make one for
the funeral parlour
called
gone
with death stenciled
on the nose








2 3
2020-07-14

*
Integrity
became disposable

Dropped at midnight
like glass shoe

Trickster
in your mirror

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2020-07-04

Ringing silence after lightning
And rumbling thunder
Tension released
The charged air smells electric
And petrichor
No wonder we love dramatic weather
Afterall we are made from Earth..



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2020-07-04

The origin of explosion
Was it a big bang
Even the known
Is unknown
What if there are many universes
Reality usually turns out
More interesting than fiction..


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2020-07-04

Dark, distant rumblings -
waxing July thunder moon;
unearthly lightning.



https://t.co/ERY9VESiZ5

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2020-07-02

Autumn
Winter
Spring
I still sleep
in your side of the bed

0 2
2020-04-25

fishing story—
my imagination fills
spaces between his hands

Wally Swist, Gristmill's Trough, 8 | Koho Shoda, Lake Biwa

7 30
2020-04-24

In the spring of joy,
when even the mud chuckles,
my soul runs rabid,
snaps at its own bleeding heels,
and barks: “What is happiness?”

Philip Appleman ("For Satori") | Kazuo Shiraga

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2020-04-19