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Perhaps it’s ephemeral whim that made white fluffy cherry blossoms so quintessentially
Beautiful
Perhaps its ephemeral whim has made one’s heart bleed as white petals rubs on skin like shreds of sand papers
Painfully
Perhaps all it takes to distinguish the two is to
Observe.
Obverse it as it is.
5.2.2020
No word escapes the fate of becoming a riddle
Azure blue sky cool as a slush of emerald ocean, puffs of white clouds gracefully slide by, silky breeze waltz around freely
Grasping vignette with my fist, slips away the time. Golden sunset comes, and then the dusk, and then the darkness.
In darkness, it’s forgotten. The beauty and the warmth. It is the place that iron and hammer work its way through time.
When the day and light comes back, the iron will continue its dance with hammer, whistling away sweats and singing hoorah
Another day, another fight, another dance.
6.23.209
No word escapes the fate of becoming a riddle
Azure blue sky cool as a slush of emerald ocean, puffs of white clouds gracefully slide by, silky breeze waltz around freely
Grasping vignette with my fist, slips away the time. Golden sunset comes, and then the dusk, and then the darkness.
In darkness, it’s forgotten. The beauty and the warmth. It is the place that iron and hammer work its way through time.
When the day and light comes back, the iron will continue its dance with hammer, whistling away sweats and singing hoorah
Another day, another fight, another dance.
6.23.209
Ralph with Coffee 