You delighted me proclaiming you were making them It was the best thing I had ever heard of You asked for sugar I gave you salt Thus, my first taste of heaven was horror Oh, Karma Still the best thing I imagine Just a little care on my part the missing ingredient
Year: 2023
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Plum Dumplings
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Child monk Full of sin What does it matter! blissfully oblivious God cradles you A footpath lifts you above the ravine A gentle breeze kisses your cheek A tumult gusts in the tree tops merely to thrill your devilish little heart
Vault of Heaven
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It was a hard winter though it rarely froze In a pleasant, desperate search I walk the entire park for respite A tuft of purple crocuses The sniff of a dog Little waterfalls The bend of the river Will it be enough? Intuition indicates the right path I hesitate, but take it Such a long walk — for what? and to go the whole way — it's getting late I reach the horses’ ring The naked woods are on fire The bold sun hovers atop the hill yonder, its rays a kaleidoscopic crown, as if waiting for me the whole time
Blazen Rites
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