First Rain of SpringA dry, unkind winter, its frigid air filled with the burden of silence, is washed away by the sounds of an approaching spring: a bird's sharp cry, a tree's soft whisteling, growth's silent screams, echoing louder and clearer than winter's death sentence ever could. and today... that familiar pitter-patter, absent for so long, playing gently in the distance; a chorus to spring's new melody. Sunglight's bright voice begins to fade, and the birds and the trees start to hush, even growth stops and listens, as rain takes earth's center-stage pounding haFirst Rain of Spring
PapayaLight dances through the window, clusters of rainbows sparkle on the bare table. It reminds me of the glorious day, when my mother, in an ecstatic epiphany, placed her antique easel on the peeling linoleum and painted the bowl of fresh fruit. I remember well, that painting; the brilliance of color,Papaya
the luminance of light, and the papaya; standing out from the apples, pears, bananas- like a single star in an empty sky.
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Vile est quod licet
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i am the queen of hearts
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o moj boze! mam siekere w glowie
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