Generous moon

Moon, little light bulb you look like from
so far away, Bright half light she gives
me her generous illumination.
Her shadow always in sight, bright

and colorful like a neon light. My steps
don't turn against me nor day shake from
fear. You will never fail, night after night
and you'll still be there shining clear, half

moon or full. I bring my lover to see you,
generous moon. Again you make me feel
secured and charmed. The sight of you draws
me to a sense of harmony; my lover, my moon,

I enshrine you both. Dusky twilight evening
still i won't fear as ample as you are.
Enigmatic you are to all beings and
brilliant in your wayfaring.

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Beautiful Soul

The wilderness is her getaway; out of
civilization, away from pollutes and
stress, lives free like a soul without sin,
like butterflies and fairies; she dresses

soft, with color and textures of silk and
pastel. She can be spotted from a distance,
her moves like flying fairies captures the
eye. When she needs rest; she strips down

to pure nudeness, she lays on the fresh grass;
becoming the essences of a frame. She falls
asleep like a Goddess princes, she becomes
meaningful to every creatures sight. The young

pigeons come and gather petals and cover her
nakedness beauty. She walks away leaving
her unforgotten image in the eyes of one.

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Ode to you

It is not how you look,
But how I see you,
With chaste heart and pure eyes,
I solemnize you,

My beloved,
I restraining my fervent blood,
To be recognize not,
I quietly awake,

But you bed yourself in my lines,
As in placid lakes,
Or wave-foam

Earth music
Seas fragrance
In you,

Nakedly clear,
And beautiful to me,

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Bring Me The Autumn

I remember you as you were in the
last autumn, the leaves adorned my
heart with your music,

they were sounds
of your cadence voice that never left
the air like echoes in the wind, even
the birds sang like you,

they had your
tongue and throat.
You were the artist with no fame,
your appearance, your
voice were steady and calm.

They brought to me hymns and peace.
In your eyes the serenity of your soul
were like flames of light that never burned.

You were like the white sheets of my bed,

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Poetic ache

As liquid evaporating,
my reflection vanishes,
dust of bone drifts,

And the quiddity of my
soul collapses while it waits,
hoping for a return,

like ships in the open sea,
lingering for
a placid voyage,

I continue
in the same wave,
like branches I waggle
vigorously in my aches,

Trying to elude the reason,
escaping from my own breath,
and as I see the leaves of trees

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Weary body

She gave him her dreams,
he made them nightmares.
She gave him her love, he
turned it to hatred, she gave
him her warm kisses, he
turned them into regrets.
She gave him her enthusiasm;
he turned it into distress.
She gave him her sweet hymns;
he turned them into howling wolves.
She gave him the flavor of her
craves, he turned it into bitterness,
She gave him the nectars of her
fruits, he made them go bad.
She gave him her time, he took
it for granted. All she gave, became
in vain; a weary body and broken
lies, are the only truth she has to
confront. Her heart was still alive
she gave it to him, he took it in

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Cope

She needed to sleep, sleep for a little,
to see him, feel him, hear him say.
Come lovely, come and rest your
head on my pillow, She had to rest,

rest of her own self, of her many
miseries that shattered her dreams.
But how to rest? or dream a sweet dream.
To wake up to an empty bed, with nothing

but his scent, his last touch, his last sleep,
his last words, and his last kisses. She adorned
her bed with broken sadness, dropping
her tears, and picking up more for the next day.

Her veins draining a river of pain. Her heart all
weary with multiple wounds. Her will refrained
from hope, her feelings with fears,
to love another man, and die all over again.

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Keep me warm

A winter day will sometimes bring me the
flu, but I always wait on the blazing sun that
rises every now and then in winter season,
warm sunshine, warm you are, every morning
you bring your life, your lucent light warm up my
fingers, my face my body, sometimes my nose I
can't feel, but you indulge my face and warm my
cold days, your risen in winter season is like
seen you giving birth to life, winter, winter wont
give me the blues, nor make my days gloomy,
there will always be you cheerful and bright,
my mornings you bring the gift of sunlit, a glint
of sunshine can make me feel blessed,
unalterable you are, sovereign, enigmatic
and brilliant to all beings.

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Extinct

Her expectations are dazed,
she have nothing to look forward
to, but to remember in only a
grieving manner.

Only to see her effort at hand,
to the moment that left her heart
wounded and in profound misery.
Deep, deep in the midst of her soul.

Now she surrenders her grief to the night,
to time that follows her always
faithful and exact, next to her in
every move she makes.

She gave to surrender and buried her
dreams in a garden of broken
appetence, her blood so warm,
now is cold, like a winters night.

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Longing for you

How much longer must I wait, sitting on my rocking chair, on my porch, waiting all day long, the days pass by like clouds rushing through the sky, and a shadow saunters by my side. My mind is going crazy! I'm thinking; and must I still wait? I even smell his fresh cologne of Irish spring, his natural smell of Ivory soap, when he's just coming out of the shower! how many more nights? sometimes I can feel his breath so near, his skin so close, I can almost feel it's real. In my sleep I call out his name, Oh darling how much longer? You linger and I wait, your return is uncertain, my body weary from longing for your return, Today I still wait, please don't hesitate, I can't dream anymore.

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