The cold would be sloughed off our shoulders where tomorrow's morning spills; and gravity would take us to a home away from home where the only things falling from the skies are rain, snow, and petals softer than silk. 5

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Gold rush

We see the sorrow of tomorrow
that stops the of raindrops
from falling and so
present to mend a heart of gold.
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Appreciate life even if it's not perfect.

Happiness is not fullment of what we wish for.
But a appreciation of what we have.

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Your wristwatch ticked as a deluge of hydrangeas bloomed in our hearts—a quintessential restoration after years of walking through rusted gardens settled beneath strangers' heavy shoes. 2

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It's about soul
how they are entwined
by Almighty
sometime it's revealed
n sometimes
it's secret love

an eternal forever love
beyond time space n distance

way I am loving u since births!

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I'm lost
My wild child
Has found me
Under the fallen sun
Painted vivid colors
Of my kaleidoscope mind
Chasing feral winds
Along the edge
Of my littoral divide
Between real &imagined
Diving to the ocean
Of fictional worlds
Following the sinuous
Of creation

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When it was time for capricious skies to welcome our constellations, we'd stand at the littoral to watch the sea become Sun's womb again, our eyes ready to be ensnared by the stars' content twinkling on small ripples. 1

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littoral dragons
playing fast as her
pearl oyster can spin
seaweed tendrils dance
verdant ribbons of
magical sea rhythm
capricious mermaids
jealousy eschew
conch marmalade and
water their cactus to
to see it wither away

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"Meet my highly intelligent bird. She loves reading and helps highlight all unnecessary longueurs in these awful submissions. Such finesse in that wing-work. Forgo the blue ones."
"Those are mine."
"Oh. Dreadful."

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"I had an insatiable appetite for rolling in mud when I was your age. Grandpop's farm had plenty of it," Mama said, her eyes lighting up the room. "The secret to happiness is being you—& avoiding man-made insects."

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Books are going to become very precious!
This much I know
my own

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An old woman with a beak for a mouth and talons for fingers answered the door. “Hello child. I’ve been waiting.”

“Who are you?” asked Amelia.

“I am the Catcher. I safeguard your most secret thoughts on the Tree Of Wishes.”


Pictures: Pixabay: DarkWorkX

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a tiny girl with a tiny crown
Was the mayor of a tiny town.
Bored and wanting to flee
She caught a ride with a
She'd only known "up" and now there was "down".



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There's a charm in falling petals that meet the breezes they twine with. I liked to sit on the bench across the road from church to watch days pluck flowers from their tree—a favourite catalyst for peace in a weary mind.

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I’d noticed it often
Her eyes filling up with tears
There was always a reason to cry or express emotion
When I look back now it makes more sense
She was constantly feeling
is mine

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*
Ashen days

when you question

all existence

ennui takes hold


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"Their entire village was framed shortly after coming out of despair," Hansel says.
"How awful! I heard it was during a hellacious summer w/ nary a cloud in sight as well."
"Awful? It was legendary! The frame was 24k gold."

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There's a
Of sirens& mermaids
Where the moon melts
Into the sea
& each connection
Is like a distant call
To find the right way up
Or take the long way down

I touch the water
It turns into gold
I kiss the wind
It sings a song
Am I lost
Or forever found

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9
The number of universal love
Corrupted by
Seven 7
Deadly sins
Beckoning
Four 4
Horsemen to
Destroy the world
Reducing humanity to
Nothing 0

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Lost in waiting 'neath a blushing moon, its pink tint reflects on our hunt. Only blood will appease our reckless thirst. Beware: your safety & sanity as you wander here is merely a chimera. We wait~transformation imminent
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