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In the night of sore darkness

In the thunderstorms,

A hungry plant lapping water

Till it’s too stiff to stand.

Striving to nap against my hand

In my own bed

Blinking my memorable eyes

At someone totally engaged in

Carving the night into figurine

That blows out midnight candle.

The wind wearing the curtain

In my room perceive the tree

The soundless howling

Of faceless ghosts

Digging the ground by its toes

Into my back to be in hurry.

When these ghosts came

To drag me out of my bed,

In the other world, my beloved

Beading her hair and

Plucking butterflies from cactus plants.

I shrieked from inside a fountain

A mermaid warned me to be silent.

Alas! I dreamt of me

Walking into the fast moving cars

And waking up with the wrecked arms

Just in the next morning.                                    

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Rush not into the fires of passion,

Merely let them be, and embrace each moment.

Connect each glance and savor each breath,

Stretch every smile, even honor its death,

Embracing the fullness of each minute that passes,

Opening each cranny as it fits into life's passages,

Sharing the essence of what we're made of,

For passion is fleeting but this sharing is love....

2013 ©

Inspired by the beautiful words of CEVance

http://www.postpoems.org/authors/cevance/poem/963304

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In the
gallery
of my
mind,
I ponder
your
existence.

Such a
gentle
breeze,
on a warm
spring
day.

A fresh
breath
of air,
softly
kissing
my lips.

A lovely
flower,
one in
my bouquet
of life.

full of
promises.

Fulfilling
my every
dream.
with sweet
thoughts,

until I
melt into
your nectar.