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Poetry News Post #5646

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Written by: Dr. Laras Op'Shae-Shiva, Arboreal Minidragon
Date: Friday, January 8th, 2021
Addressed to: Halfsighted Private Eye Paux Marsyas-Storm


My Precious Paux,

I know that at the ripe age of 509, I should be old enough to surf smoothly through whatever curfews and cutlets and currents and currencies (how many are there by now?) these realms offer.

I should have trained enough, lived enough, loved enough, lost enough.... to be able to ....know what I want in life, and know how to approach the according goals. Which (yes! of course!) do not neglect nor ignore the realities, and flourish through them. And through time.
Through Times.

Do not worry, my beloved Paux.
I know you do belong to another.

A Force beyond the bits a simple minidragon has to offer. A Force that brings you joy, and strength, and (most important) future. They keeep you alive.

I know.

And I am trying to be placid, Proficient Paux.

But... what if I am failing?

Passionately in love,

Lonesome Laras

PS: Yes, dear poetry experts, this is not a haiku.
PPS: Squirrel!!!


Penned by my hand on the 8th of Chronos, in the year 848 AF.


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Poetry News Post #5646

beach

Written by: Dr. Laras Op'Shae-Shiva, Arboreal Minidragon
Date: Friday, January 8th, 2021
Addressed to: Halfsighted Private Eye Paux Marsyas-Storm


My Precious Paux,

I know that at the ripe age of 509, I should be old enough to surf smoothly through whatever curfews and cutlets and currents and currencies (how many are there by now?) these realms offer.

I should have trained enough, lived enough, loved enough, lost enough.... to be able to ....know what I want in life, and know how to approach the according goals. Which (yes! of course!) do not neglect nor ignore the realities, and flourish through them. And through time.
Through Times.

Do not worry, my beloved Paux.
I know you do belong to another.

A Force beyond the bits a simple minidragon has to offer. A Force that brings you joy, and strength, and (most important) future. They keeep you alive.

I know.

And I am trying to be placid, Proficient Paux.

But... what if I am failing?

Passionately in love,

Lonesome Laras

PS: Yes, dear poetry experts, this is not a haiku.
PPS: Squirrel!!!


Penned by my hand on the 8th of Chronos, in the year 848 AF.


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