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flower of sun bloom in winter. how they wish they bloomed in summer. black flowers bloomed in darkness in forest, yet in swamps. be colder if the time wasted, proven. yet three x three x three makes nine. o, to the fear of me, due i owe this to. maybe mankind's need...

Featured Artist: PABLO SABORÍO https://beyondlanguagepoetry.com: https://www.pablosaborio.com: THE POETRY OF PABLO SABORÍO   SIMPLICITY   There is in my shadow a rock that seems to be a rose. This is, to be brief, the reality of an appearance. The field of mist: life. In it, a hard substance that imitates the softness of love. I am spectator and hungry stage. Everything is...

you sick infatuated green rose, in my corner. because you hate to be hatred, a heart harden foul. The romantic being drummed. It is of you that you be the way you are, purplish wonder, and at the hour, you'll take to the like of these thoughts. Nonelilian seat with a tree and wish...

Revolution came and went before it began, for the question of soul appeared. The lie, with philosophical poetry, it would be better to be silence. Yet, what is a soul, or even Self. It's appearance is blick, salty. Trying to make itself known, what it is. Is there a word for it? Provoked...