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This morning you thrilled me with leaves swirling Tumbling, cascading they zephyr-danced Dregs of the summer’s bright motes falling Heart in a whirl and my soul entranced All of my spirit caught up and laughing Breathless I swooped and I
I remembered my childhood in the cherry orchard, the way I did not want to complain about my too long name or about the fact that other children avoided me. I believed that for those who never lie to others
The vagabond was once again on the window, Begging love and asking to open the gate, And the fairy inside the house reluctant, Said helpless she was being slave of the fate, First you peep in the four windows, Starting
Jealousy has grown like fruitless trees It has spread like width of seven seas It can’t be justified with very many pleas Life is condensed cocoon of humming bees Humans are no more, but hollowness remains Losses have crossed the
I see them each day on my way to global politics 201 years worn, moss filled with cracks along the armrests I can remember one day seeing, two lovers in those chairs surely their intent, to facilitate the couples conversation
One Thousand Dreams, Thrills, Fogs of December You wake up in a lonely station when people passing.. One Thousands way to escape like every one did you met… in another world everyone is vagabond.. Mama was gone, you don’t know
I knew a girl with eyes always set on the next mile ahead and a heart longing for oceans she had never seen there was sand in her half brushed hair she always had happiness flooding from her pores just
What does tomorrow hold, what would the choices lead to, would there be happiness, or would we languish in misery? Times will never be same again, people will never be same again, one last look at the things getting left
As with everything, every time, when the room is empty and all is left bare. Folks who are stretched, re-stretched, are standing or sitting now invisible I ask alone the objects which bared or beared it all. Are you waiting
Blessed Diana, thrilling phrases of love would make a paragraph, for your much distinguished and magnificent epitaph. Your slumber to eternity be likened to a sleeping beauty, who will be awakened by the kiss of a Seraphic Prince of immortality.
Why is it, That all around me People have flashes of inspiration, A seed that grows into something great, Something worthy of recognition? Why is it, That people I know Are so talented, so passionate That they’ve taken up their
Entombed beneath the cold cold ground Lie remains of one who grisly drowned Flesh and bone and stench of bile Is this really his eternal domicile? Legend has it they come back To rule the night for they lack The
Once when the forest wept, We hid under a tree, as if protected. Twice we saw the force of the storms, Cycle so stunning, even as it poured. Three pinecones fell to the ground, When they splashed, what a sound.
We walked, twinkle-toed, through the night’s hush A ‘Sherlock Holmes’ deerstalker capping my skull And the red Che-star on your beret (left of centre); Hand in hand Finger looped to finger Palms sweating, Lips twinging from a freshly chiselled kiss
Look around and see, there’s knowledge everywhere for free. The trees that stand tall, teach us never to bow down even if you fall. Beautiful birds that soar the sky, tell us to never look down even when you feel
A man’s choice for imperfect specialty Devoid a woman’s continued quest for security Likewise the two waters in diversity. He believes compromise leads to serenity To the long-haired nothing but a fallacy Then why do the waters co-exist in harmony?
I’m no fun anymore, Not to be with or even around, I bitch-spewing hate is my second Favorite thing to do, Only topped by drinking, Reeking of cigarettes and whiskey, And I like dim places where the outlook is Bleak,
When I first saw you, I shivered. My heart stopped beating, My eyes forgot to blink. With you, Life is nothing But beautiful! Days are full of dreams. And nights sleepless. I wish to see you, While on roads, in
When one’s Life is in shambles and mind in turmoil When one is caught in between the earthly desires and heavenly divinity Make sure He will be thrown into the dustbin of history what is the use of looking back
In the tropical section of the Earth. There stays a period, Brimful of sufferings and pain. That tends to seek, Any and all drop of blood . Then the time has chosen a turn, And brought in a moderate silence,
Why do I feel like this tonight? Getting confused between what’s wrong and right. Always thinking about you whether its day or night. Can’t stay alone when you are out of my sight. Remaining depressed and taking unnecessary fight. Please
Is man standing? Heart throbs. Is man squatting? Heart pulsates. Is man on his knees? Heart beats, even when posture affects the heart- its rhythms never end. In humor heart goes back and forth, in glumness it thrums, in sullenness
At evenings, Sun puts off her light as usual and goes behind a curtain woven by sea, rock and trees, so to have a break. Meanwhile, those with black heads and scattered hair go to warm themselves at the ember
A parallel pain walks with you when you split into space and time. You were too shy to die, to feel the anguish and bliss of death. Something inside you springs into a tree for a half-life. The search for
As I stride with the side wind she lifts me, her shadow will catch me when I lose control. I am without doubt and incomplete reverse and form, I stand and watch a damp paper page squelched between two rocks,
Flowers that stay in bloom A clock turning in a silent room Walls make barriers cocoon Raging waters soul consume Fighting warrior killed so soon Physical entity mind atune Falling leaves autumn tomb grey sky smell sweet perfume purple dandilion
Quietly, you wandered into my thoughts Your silhouette in repose Like a painting A fishing boat stationary in the sunset Silently, you crept into my dreams Nestled softly in my arms Wisps of your hair Caressing your face in the
A really knowledgeable person knows just how little he really knows And when he finds the perfect mate he just begins to start discovering the things in life he so much loves Because just one person can never comprehend all
Perfection may never come Maybe it does not exist The most important thing in love Is knowing love exists . Pass time together No matter what you do Talk often and listen too Let the warmth shine through . Watch