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Gathering pride in streaming down,
Descending dissolute; fountain-fall
directing the dust wandering bewildered,
scattering flights, scooting them homeward…

but just before those trickled to spill,
I caught those young twinkling with glee.
Brilliant white, shone drop-stones;
raindrops, those that didn’t.

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Initial Thought

book-frame stands bedside
with you and me on both sides
stark togetherness.

glasses of our drinks
reflects the merry within
happy together

wonderful times those
blissful episodes of love
invokes countless smiles

tear trickles on frame
stains glass over our faces
cry smudges laughter

forlorn memories
of times of togetherness
stabs me often and again

Second Version

book-frame stands bedside
with you and me on both sides
burning autumn gold

glasses of our drinks
reflects the merry within
cherry trees on full bloom

wonderful times those
blissful episodes of love
chirping birds around

tear trickles on frame
stains glass over our faces
dense forest of snow

forlorn memories
of times of togetherness
wandering in dark

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White Roses

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More than once, I asked you to-
romancing the act; holding from you…
Would you’ve done that because I said,
or maybe because you wanted to so?

Decades long, craved for as much-
you laughed about it, and all such.
Whoever wants those unless in love;
did you not know I was in with you?

—

Placing the bunch on my grave,
kneeling beside; but you aren’t my knave!
Why now do you follow a routine,
when I am no more to accept your “take”?

I refuse to let you touch me again,
promised- shall be; doing it again.
You had refused to hold me for long,
wind shall now wither those away!

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Tenses

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“Then”

It took long, but I did after all,
the words you said or none at all…
What shall become of me- to me, you will be.
Never been there, give me some space,
till I fill you in my empty space.
So much that none left will be!

“Then,”

The last of it, now spinning hard…
Bringing about changes; to imagine hard.
There I see and then again none!
Hold me now, let go of me again-
don’t; but do so only if again…
you make me live of it ever none.

“Then…”

Your silencing me has killed my mind…
I doubt if ever you’ll know my mind:
about whatever I ever felt for you.
I wonder if ever you will know,
the depth of my words; of things you know:
about all that I have shared with you.

***Now I don’t or maybe I not know***

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Adrift

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Image from Mag 136

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Feather by feather wings clipped,
I’m falling like a failing bird.

Spiraling down against the wind,
I’m shooting like a falling star.

Broken twig blown away,
I’m floating like a dusted leaf…

Redundant thoughts buzzing in,
I’m drifting like an insane wit.

Memories clouding dark in mind
I’m fading like a retard cause.

Thoughts serrating every nerve,
I’m collapsing like a dead corpse.

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Submitted for Magpie Tales

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