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Catcher of Dreams

Silver fish of prosperity.
Swim in to my dream catcher.
Like a torpedo of success.

Food on the table.
Money singing in my pockets.
Schooling for the children.


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Hidden's picture

The Wonders of Winter

Do you see the shadow of the invisible sun?
You know the one that was once there?
And the children ask an innocent question:
Why is it so cold?


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The Siren's Isle

I.

I used to be a crocodile.
I knew no risks, no tears, no joy
no excitement to lure me above water,
no work, for it was cut out for me
in the shallows with the small fish,

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An Addict's City

Streetlights point the way;
But oblivious,
I speak the language of hidden meanings.
Instead of clear-cut signs and green arrows,
I survive by noticing the discreet.