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Spring Girl

Met this lass named spring
She wore a princess dress
blushing pink as dawn
merrily she strolled
through fields and bawns

She sang to the trees
them green, some bloom!
As she touched the flowers
beauty burst forth.

She called out!
creatures came
together

She smiled
I felt…

absolute bliss!

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Hues of dawn

The dawn is fragrant with a ruby rose,
Golden shining sun shyly winks

Such pretty flowers sing
I watch as stillness flings

Footprints follow like a shadow as I walk
Never saw, never felt, a moment so calm

Brightened beats stage a warm heart
Wealth of music, words, fine art.

On the wings of time wounds fly
A rage swallowed with no sigh.

This earth is so lovely
Why then our sad story?

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I went hiking

Up I went hiking among the soul of clouds
Hoping to catch the sun seeds in my palm
As petals sing a lullaby it gets so real and
I cast my heart into the stream of its melody

The brook is cutting through the boulder
with every single precious beat
set sail the worries on a willow
as meadow fairies hoist the breeze

In silent conversations with the heavens
relaxing on a log that’s been expertly hewn
I can hear the patchy sounds of the horn
ushered by a gentle zephyr

Time to descend and collide with obligations
The plastic smiles replacing imposing nature
Walking around, with the fake crowd,
As if pretending to be alive!

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A Little Too Late

Her life was like a room without a window,
those ‘rainy day’ eyes,
could have formed a deep river,
but no ship sailed upon it,
to carry me to her

and I would have kissed away every tear.

Misplaced, I could feel her yearning,
for love, she had never known,
confused and lost, but her silence,
left her trapped in burdensome meadows,
and I wonder if I could have shown her the way.

From the silent screams of her tongue,
I could feel the pain of her spirit,
feel the lacerations piercing her heart.
If only my words could have soothed her,

but even they could not save her.
As the lights dimmed,
silent stars became the nature of my poetry,
I asked the moon why?
but clouds covered his expression.

Now my mind is a time machine
of her memories, her voice still haunts,
as I ponder if the thunder will persist,
because I’m too afraid to close my eyes.

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Your Eyes

In your eyes so clear,
I see the hope for the future,
In your eyes like a butterfly,
I see the colors of success.
In your eyes,mixed with love,
Vision and passion,
A dream has emerged,
A dream is growing,
Your eyes tell a story,
I see bliss standing.
Only in your eyes….

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Lovely Sunday Morning

Melodic mornings
sing in soft breeze whispers
as tiger lilies smile
along a wandering
fence line blushing

Songbirds
add the sweetest harmonies
to this wondrous concerto
of a new dawn breaking
on the far horizon

The day renews across the sky
As the world awakens again
Slowly the clockwork creaks and groans
And well-rehearsed life energizes the day.

Whispering sonnets
this morning you’re sleeping
Hoping your dreams
are a beautiful view

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Wednesday Motivation

Do you need some energy refills?

Today I’m sending you jolly thoughts

Paint this Wednesday with a wide brush – the colour is orange

Enthusiasm’s colour – tropics – orange blossom – the colour of hope

Reflecting on life – be focused on the jewels we already have

Not in the past or the future – today

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Whoa, hold on a minute!

Life keeps passing us by

So learn to ride its highs

Don’t get hung up on its whoa’s

In this world of so many unknowns

Take it all in nice and slow

This makes it possible for us to grow

So your life will continue to flow

Like a moving picture show

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A Question to live by

To my prudence, love, knowledge and glee.

We spent nights and days, talking endlessly,

Of sorrow, thoughts, books, future, reality,

So close we were but, we never knew why.

A sibling? Lover? Friend? Partner?

We dreamt of living, together and free,

Of doing everything, that we couldn’t complete.

But Alas! Life came, and tore us apart,

Made us, not one, but two hearts.

Never feeling the fact, I carried on.

Never knowing me full, it carried on.

I was never able, to show till now

How much I loved it, does it matter now?