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Protected: A Letter, to You
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Second Life
The twilight of your face, the unseen meadow in your voice, drew me to your eyes’spring solace. When we hear the din of our aloneness, When we risk the change that creates and destroys, Is this the last incarnation of a sacred living breath? I grieve the deleted passage, I regret the untold truth, It…
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Your Hands Hold Roses
Your hands hold roses always in a way that reaching Far to me, when I hide, doubt, and fail to believing. And when I rise, trembling under lunar and her verdant veil, the effervescent and rainless wind blows off the ancient well, awakes my flaccid face and tears up those terrifying speeches, I feel my…
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I Hope You Dance Like Wind
Your smiling, or the contemplation of such, is the wondrous life force of the airy earth, Lucent as shadows slowed by wading moonlights, teaches the leaves to pause in cascading languors, And the wood nymphs now must sing and strive to dream. Their hair like willows diffuse the rhythmic monotones, Their gaze towards silken river…
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Last Hues of Autumn
Claret sugar maple, Ginkgoes of fading gold, Now falls tenderly the last hues of autumn, Mischievously stirring a momentary discontent, from the ample bosoms of the sullen years buried, And to fright the souls again with fragmentary plights. How I wished the pearly clouds landing beside in victorious wreath, and garland of promises, Fly me…
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Twilight Vignette
Here comes the surrender, to the rest of our days, When the fading song that lingers, can be contented with twilights’ caress, and calms the rains on my bewildered face… I am searching for the faraway Greenland of peace, where I might lie beside autumn’s demure rivercrest, dancing wild, shout in remorse and cry at…
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Unnamed Selfie
I started committing various suicides in my various dreams as a 1st grader. what kind of child was only allowed To keep tears and bruise to herself.. I started jumping down from agitated skyscrapers in my agitated dreams as a relentless crusader. what kind of crusader pursued virtual death with such unwavering passion and obsession..…
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The Promise
Sweet sour autumn rains fall quietly like air, And my flimsy heart is an aimless floating kite, Its purple wings seized my struggling lungs, invisibly buoy me to the rivulets of sunlights. My dreams are mostly dull and silent, Despite the realities are proud and loud, The beauty on earth is so blue, With every…
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A Beautiful Passerby
There is the pausing silence in my prayers, and the quietness of falling leaves landing on my breath, As I reach out my limbs to be showered by earliest dawn lights, she sends me away with the coldest scorn and the gentlest breeze! Yet my feet are restlessly undisturbed, matching still, in meaningless tandem. There…
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Poemy – a dancing poem
Morning demure roses, blessings of each melodic breath, warmed by early summer prayers, tentatively stirring the stillest pulses. In its quietude silently blooms, A waking soul’s ardent longing, the passacaglia of a fragile being… Dear readers and friends, I thought it would be wonderful to share with you my choreographic work ‘Poemy’. This is a…
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Another Whisper
How fate orchestrates is unfathomable, I come from ancient ocean another shore, The god-forsaken soil and the thorny-land, and you, my friend, the long-known bright world. When I am feeling depressed and anxiously sullen, all you have to do is kindly send me another whisper, and reveal life’s tenderness in its flesh and breath. when…
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Secret Garden 🪴
When the summer comes we shall meet again, my friend, For the woods are brimming in blooms and blowing fresh roses, And love is burning diamonds hanging around chestnut trees. A maiden sits along riverbanks combing her hair, it’s where I will sing to you without moment despair, And lay my aching weariness upon you…
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Simple Pride
Do you know the land, where the lemon-trees grow, Among darkened leaves crimson-lychees glow, A mellow wind swings from the pale blue sky, The myrtle stands mute and the oak tree high? Do you know the house, It has columns and beams, There are the hallway gleams and glittering rooms, Are those marble figures looking…
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The Sweetest Burden
Whenever my heartbeats out of rhythm, I secretly blame you, my friend! like a violet in the meadow grew, Bowed to earth, and hid from view: what a strange melody, oftentimes, you’ve sung to my heart’s sentiments. Are you caught by bonny youth By that beloved form and fresh dew, By those eyes seem so…
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A Good Life
When daisies pied and violets azure And mayflowers all milky-white, When cuckoo-buds burst out first yellow hue, Do paint the meadows with your choice of pursue. My friends, the things I do admire In a good life be these, I find: The work decent, efforts spent without pain, The leisure plenty, is squandered without shame,…
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The Modern Etiquette 