reading in bed
her page turns into rain
on the river
—Anne Fox
spring snow
an almost haiku
gone
—Anne Fox
reading in bed
her page turns into rain
on the river
—Anne Fox
spring snow
an almost haiku
gone
—Anne Fox
morning drizzle -
the smell of hay dust
off my rucksack
—Roman Lyakhovetsky
forest shortcut—
a drop of my blood
on the cyclamen
—Roman Lyakhovetsky
cold moon
in the web of barbed wire
a refugee child's gaze
—Chen-ou Liu
jolted awake
from a recurring dream
I murmur
is my immigrant past
this black hole of what-ifs?
—Chen-ou Liu
first snowflakes ...
a lone refugee girl
pirouetting
—Chen-ou Liu
waltz dress
stops waving…
her blue eyes
—Steliana Cristina Voicu
spring insomnia…
morning sun caressing
my baby's face
—Steliana Cristina Voicu
river swallows
if only you and I
had this much sky
—Joanna Ashwell
carnations
every colour left
to forget about you
—Joanna Ashwell
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