Inked Solace Poems

Wisps of clouds melt
Like vanilla ice cream
Into Nuvole Bianche.
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Prometheus
Fashioned from
Dead
Misunderstood
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Happy
New
Year
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Egg noodles are wisps of cloud
Sweet sour sauce coated like paint
The prawns lightly sauted until golden like sunshine
Garnished with spring onions
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Were the wings of Hope fluttering in the gardens of Kyiv?
No, their hopes were snatched away by madmen in power

Were the souls of Ukrainians blind with bloodlust?
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Yellow tents

Flutter
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Made of night's skin.

The stars melted in as i n k.
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Bone white

Birch shines Eerily In moonlight
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