I lost my notebook in the spring sea

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the frost withers
under gentle touches.
of little horses

smiles of april
burn the milky winter light
good morning sun !




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Love the imagery, Buranko! "frost withers" is shivery in a good way, and "burn the milky winter light" is such an intense picture! Great start to your NaPo :D
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I booked some memories in
my notes; this job was for
the toothfairy and her
minions, not me




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this; poem as
light as morning dew,
tight lipped, eyes shut,
giving it all for the
Light




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Your second poem is interesting and mysterious. It makes me wonder how the speaker is connected to the toothfairy, and what those notes are about. I also really like the expressiveness of the third poem, it really feels to me like there's a sense of surrender in the 'poem's' expression.
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You've got great succinctness + use of word-economy in these Buranko; I'd love to see some more! Your third poem was probably my favorite here - I think it can be so easy for a poem about a poem to turn into something very cliche but you did a nice job making the poem feel like a beautiful little moment unfolding as each line opened up; and the final line ending in just "Light" I thought was a good way to close it out. Good luck in future writing! <3
you should know i am a time traveler &
there is no season as achingly temporary as now
but i have promised to return



I went to confront noisy neighbours, only to find the windows dark, stuck with two notes. The ghost, too, had "gone fishing". Something still whistled.
— Liminality