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That tree
rose upward in a simple way
towards the cloudless sky,
and everything around it
seemed to be listening
the gentle rustling of the air
that swayed its thick leaves
of different greens.
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I called the rain with all my heart,
wanting to feel its clean water on my face
washing away the heat and sweat
that the weightiness of the afternoon
insisted on leaving.
I begged it to wrop me in...
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Friend,
I who dreamt about you,
you who dreamt about me,
I was barefoot
you were nude,
both of us with children´s games.
Friend,
where are those paths
that we travelled together?
Where is that...
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This is an excerpt from my 'Triptych: Mother-Lover-God' piece. All existential crises worth their salt happen in gardens. I'm not sure why, but they do.
Of course the scene is from Mel Gibson's...
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I sat and listened.
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He walked up to me and sat down, my friend.
"You know, I am here?" He asked,
"Weren't you always?".
I looked away, he replied,
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well this is a poem i wrote. I was listening to a song and it made me think of writing this so enjoy. I know that in the beginning it says phatngrl but that is my account on LV so i did not steal...
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poem by megansspark
Reflection on Love ~
Reflection on love,
compose me;
As cool as this,
my brilliant sea
Hydrangea bloom, liberality ~
I'm back...
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