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Winter winds blow,
icey cold.
Leave are flying,
most gold.

Here am I,
now alone,
no one to visit,
or phone.

When the Sun,
at last,
daylights going,
was fast.

It is when,
I contemplate,
about getting old.
Too late.

Quote from Maggie Tokuda-Hall from her article giving her perspective on Gaza as a Jewish, Japanese American. (November  2023) Click below to read her essay at Densho or to read a related article by Naomi Ishisaka at The Seattle Times. 
Maggie Tokuda-Hall at Densho ➜        Naomi Ishisaka at The Seattle Times ➜

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The sweetness
in your eyes,
helps me understand
and to realize,

the kindness of a smile,
a very pleasant surprise,
finding your inner beauty,
a Win a first prize.

The Sun breaks
through the clouds
of the Eastern sky.

A beautiful sunrise,
brightens the morning
as another day begins.

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Henri Lebasque (1865 – 1937) was a French post-impressionist painter. His work is represented in French museums, notably Angers, Geneva (Petit Palais), Lille (Musée des Beaux-Arts), Nantes, and Paris (Musée d’Orsay). He started his education at the École régionale des beaux-arts d'Angers, and moved to Paris in 1886. There, Lebasque started studying under Léon Bonnat, and assisted Ferdinand Humbert with the decorative murals at the Panthéon. Around this time, Lebasque met Camille Pissarro and Auguste Renoir, who later would have a large impact on his work. More

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Swims the dreamer,
nevermore.
Nightmares a threat,
every shore.

Good memories,
nevermore.
Love is lost for,
evermore.