To inspire you is my ultimate desire.
Tom Claeren
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The pearly dawn
is penetrating the room.
The web of sleep.
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Dawn in the fog.
Golden glimmer of the sun
on the horizon.
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Fields under the snow
on the way to the north.
The train runs forward.
***
Coral sunset
is overhanging the road.
Journey to Moscow.
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The shining of stars
is reflected in your eyes.
Cassiopeia.
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Look at the spring tides,
the river fills up with them.
Late snow is melting.
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The clouds are hanging
over a small bitch grove.
The Russian landscape.
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Gingerbread and
a cup of fragrant black tea.
A book of poems.
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Lights on the water.
Multicolored tones at night
on the river Don.
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There are flocks
of migratory birds.
The way home.
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The first snowdrop
is growing on frozen ground.
A snowy field.
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Red disk of the sun.
Along cities and forests
there’s the rope of rails.
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Clouds bring
the sunset closer.
The west wind.
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Formidable sky.
The red stars of Kremlin are
shining in the dark.
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Red traffic light.
The beads are strung
one by one.
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Two violins sound.
He engages in musical
dialogue with her.
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The first spring flower
opens petal by petal.
You start to smile…
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The wind stirs
the cherry blossoms.
Is it snowing?
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Oh, april, april…
Snow on flowering branches
under the birds’ trills.
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The wind subsides.
Snowy evening is replaced
by cherry blossom.
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Drops of melted snow
are dripping from the green leaves.
Tears of joy.
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Snowflakes are flying.
A sudden gust of lite breeze
in almond blossoms.
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Spring hopes fill the day.
There is not a single cloud
in the blue skyline.
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The birds take seats
on the blooming branches.
Spring messengers.
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A gust of light breeze.
Pink rain of cherry petals
is flying in the wind.
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The sun and the moon
are dating in the heavens.
It’s twilight hour.
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The full moon smiles
in the silence of the night.
«Moonlight» Debussy.
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It’s predawn hour.
Nature is getting ready
to start a new day.
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With the warm dawn,
the fog melts in the valley.
Pink almond branches.
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The chirping of birds,
the whisper of the free wind
in the green crowns.
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Under the sunshine
blooming twigs stretch to the sky.
A prayer gesture.
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Favorite Madrid…
Churros con chocolate
in every cafe.
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Retiro Park.
Blooming almond trees in Madrid
versus sakura.
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Girlish braids.
Blooming almonds bask
on the sun.
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Date by the river.
Branches of blooming cherry
at twilight hour.
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White trees
on the hills again.
Green carpet.
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The sun meets
the moon in the sky.
Silhouettes…
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First sight, eye to eye.
Dissolved in eternity
for a brief moment…
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A date at twilight.
Branches of almond blossoms
cast a shadow.
***
Venus is shining
cheek by jowl with the crescent.
The herald of love.
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A tender primrose
turns yellow among the grass.
The cloudy evening.
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Enchanting garden.
Moonlight is dancing slow waltz
in the wildflowers.
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The horizon hides
behind a heavy rainstorm.
Mountains in the fog.
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Through the rain wall I
hear a nightingale’s song.
Early awakening.
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Nightingale.
Hymn to the beauties
of nature.
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The Scotch mist
lies in the dormant fields.
Random drops.
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Early morning rain.
The outlines of the mountains
on the horizon.
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Flash of lightning.
The sky just photographed
the earth.
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Sunset after rain
before a night thunderstorm.
A temporary truce.
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A walk in the clouds.
Puddles or a reflection
of the bright sky?
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Pines and spruces
have been washed in the stream of rain.
Freshness of nature.
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The lantern highlights
a pine branch covered with drops —
a pearl jewelry.
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Azure-pink sunset
from a Disney fairy tale.
Neuschwanstein Castle.
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Gray shadows.
A moment ago,
the clouds were pink…
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Night passed under
the streams of flowing silver.
A blooming carpet.
***
On a quiet morning
dawn is coming from the east…
A thousand rays.
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Butterfly calls for
a bouquet of wildflowers.
A blooming meadow.
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Butterflies.
Chamomile meadow
meets the dawn.
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The red ladybug
is crawling up the red cloth,
almost unnoticed.
***
A branch of lilac.
A butterfly is sleeping
in the warm May sun.
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