Oak tree

I was walking in the grove

talking to the trees, I rove.

Then, I found a downy leaf

a thorny shell, what a relief!

Belonging to an oak tree

with bendy branches, as I see.

On top of it, there’s a fairy,

That one day, I may marry.

Passersby are scared of her,

as her name Dryad were.

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Nobody waits for you.

When I spin the circular moon,

you become an elusive

syllable of reflection

that leads to me.

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A bear that commutes

to work every day in suits

has to remain mute.

A fox that counts stars

hates all the cars, but loves

one that goes to Mars

A bear and a fox

were sleeping when the earth cracked

they hugged each other.

No

Nanny says No,
Am I a billy goat?
But I prey,
I don’t pray.
Nanny says No,
Am I her quote?

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He mumbles,

He is never wrong,

He is not for me,

He prefers to mumble

than to speak,

than to pour love

into my clear glass,

than to clear my sky,

that nice, clear, blue color

Of my brain pool.

Truth is a table

after eating.

Clear away

my unwanted words.

Darkness, do not part

Gloom the ocean of my mind

Stars, do not shine bright

Bitter water, veil his life

Suffocate my memory