Poems!
The sweat of workers
falling on the iron rail
Brightening the rail
05/03/07
soft brushing of snow
a-falling and a-falling
to the frozen ground
04/04/10
I immerse my feet
wince in the heat.
I watch steam fly high
up in the air; I sigh.
I slowly dip myself in
drinking a glass of gin.
Let all my trouble fade away
to someplace far, far away.
I close my tired eyes
and reality shyly hides.
My world and my dream
fill my cup to the brim.
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