Benoît Pioulard - A World of What-There-Is

Of Everything That Rhymes

That Wounded Weathered

A Shade of Celadon

Whose Palms Create

And Relent

Is in Its Clearest Form

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

With No Advantage

Initial B.P.

So Etched in Memory

Under the Break Arch

As Would a Weaver

An Image Apart from Ourselves

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

The Very Edge of Its Flame

Хищница

Снежинки

МАЛИНОВАЯ ЛАДА

Пошла жара

Прыгну со скалы

Можно я с тобой

Komarovo

Marmalade

Пьяный туман

Алёшка

Лесник

Dance Monkey

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