William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings


The plums in bloom. The ride through town. The news. The crows. The cemetery ground.


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Categories: Sweet Sleep and Bare Feet

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9 replies

  1. Here too. Well, actually, the plums are still but a whisper ~

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  2. Life comes full circle. See ya around. The truth. 🙂

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  3. Der Krieg erschlägt uns mit Worten, Bildern, mit Bangen, Angst und Schrecken.
    Vielleicht passen die Worte von Robert Frost: “The best way out is always through”, oder:”life goes on”. die Werke von ihm sind dir sicher bekannt.
    Liebe GrĂĽĂźe,

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    • Yes, I am. . . . I see it this way: while we as individuals cannot stop war in the world, we can end it in ourselves, and not create the atmosphere and conditions for war with our daily actions. It’s useless to wish for peace, when we are not peaceful ourselves. Thank you always.

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  4. Love this. Im finding your site an absolute treasure trove. I’ve been wrestling with WordPress all afternoon trying to get a blogroll to work aaagghh! WordPress has changed since i last used it. Done now and I’ve added a link to your site. I hope that’s ok.

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