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Character Taking Shape — Haibun

Where we rise from the ashes.

Moon shadow drifting along my spine. Behind craters lounge distant aspirations filled in glory painted youthful, naive. Broken spirit rides trenches exploring leaps falling off high cliffs. Falls fill lessons, impact bringing desire and invention.

Formed never finished
Long-lasting through fires creates
Harshly earned great light

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Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.

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Greg Prince

Greg Prince

Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.

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