Dan Hanosh Biography

Through the trees, opaque
billowy pillows, splash on
an azure canvas, sailing furiously,
beyond my view.
...

I move my pen across
the parchment, sometimes with
such precise strokes,
proceeding without
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A dark gloomy scene
fills my window pane
a cool breeze blows
suggesting rain
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The time was not right,
is it ever, you had
your life, I had mine,
infatuation, maybe, maybe love.
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That fateful day in
September, fear surfaced
For a nation, once again.
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