Short poems

man rides horse
horse knows man
man does not know himself

clear sky
ocean sand
warm bread
white wine
gentle surf

sunset picnic
autumn river
ripe apple
red wine
your lips

desert sky
cold night
still air
raindrop brushes my cheek

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