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To anyone whose eyes, find this poem here.
Love every single day, of every single year.
Cherish what you have, hold it very tight.
Tell the one's you love, that you love them day and night.
You don't know what you have, until it disappears.
So let go of regret, worries, pains and fears.
Follow your heart, and take your loved ones' hands.
and your life will be good, till the day you leave this land.
Love every single day, of every single year.
Cherish what you have, hold it very tight.
Tell the one's you love, that you love them day and night.
You don't know what you have, until it disappears.
So let go of regret, worries, pains and fears.
Follow your heart, and take your loved ones' hands.
and your life will be good, till the day you leave this land.
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the trees change
soft gray sunset
fluttering limbs like trunks in the breeze
banana leafs shuffle,
a yellow-green wave
dyed with the thought of rain
the blue of cloud and steel holding back
the bowl of blackberries and milk, a teaspoon of sugar
crosshatched where the birch-hairs twine
in overlapping lines scrawled above
the white bodies turn brown
stretched from molten crucible
into blown gestures
faint suggestions to the wind
the upside-down birdcages
unfurl near the brim
their arms splitting and
growing barbs like battle maces
when the leaves carve away
the paper bark shivers,
leafs, electric on the stem
the shadow from the trunk bleeds
and stains the b
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NighTale
NighTale
Written on Sunday, January 4th 2015
As Night lovingly embraced Sky, her lover
And brought him down to her bosoms
Man sheltered themselves and fell still;
Not even their breathing was heard
While Stars danced above, lustful
Seducing before the lone, aroused Moon
Without Sun acknowledging their betrayal
Without Horizon witnessing their caresses
Then what story did mankind hold?
Too afraid to step into Darkness' domain
Too frail to bear the cold Frostbite;
Just hiding under the shade of blankets, shivering
That no soul under the Heaven said a word
That no tavern sang songs of the old
For there be only Silence, her and only ex
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In the middle of the night,
The clock reads too long a book,
I am hurting
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I wrote this specifically to fit into a facebook status. It was meant to bring a little sunshine to anyone who read it.
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