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 Feb 2022 marc rios
Carlo C Gomez
She's a meadow

of wilted flowers

once in bloom

but broke too soon

how quickly

the parched ground

devours

its own
πŸ†‚πŸ…ΎπŸ…ΌπŸ…΄πŸ†ƒπŸ…ΈπŸ…ΌπŸ…΄πŸ†‚ πŸ†ˆπŸ…ΎπŸ†„ πŸ††πŸ…ΈπŸ…»πŸ…» πŸ…·πŸ…°πŸ†ƒπŸ…΄ , πŸ††πŸ…·πŸ…ΈπŸ…²πŸ…· πŸ†ˆπŸ…ΎπŸ†„ πŸ…·πŸ…°πŸ…³ πŸ…»πŸ…ΎπŸ†…πŸ…΄πŸ…³ πŸ…ΎπŸ…½πŸ…²πŸ…΄

πŸ„°πŸ„½πŸ„³ πŸ…ˆπŸ„ΎπŸ…„ πŸ…†πŸ„ΈπŸ„»πŸ„» πŸ„»πŸ„ΎπŸ……πŸ„΄ , πŸ…†πŸ„·πŸ„ΈπŸ„²πŸ„· πŸ…ˆπŸ„ΎπŸ…„ πŸ„·πŸ„°πŸ„³ πŸ„·πŸ„°πŸ…ƒπŸ„΄πŸ„³ πŸ„ΎπŸ„½πŸ„²πŸ„΄
Like a candle,you always brighten my each day,
you allowed to catch light ,asΒ Β easily as a fire,
You taught me to reflect what you had teach me,
You taught me to share happiness like u share ur light to others,
You created a world for me ,when I was expecting nothing but a void,
You taught me to love rather than to hate,

But I never knew, u was melting away while you were trying to make me happy.......
A candle melts anyway but its melting only after making someone happy..
Do u guys know, that still many village students are studying with only the help of a candle??
Someone else is happy with less what we have...
I can clean the air you breathe ,
I can do that for your children too,
If you only  let me live.....
What's actually that??
Is that the skin free from scars and hiding truity?
Is that the eyes which never felt sorrows and not dreary?
Or is that, wearing a smile which hidden the agony?
A smile makes you more beautiful than cosmetics!!!
Sometimes we find people, coming to talk to us , only when they need help!
But always think that they are seeking light from you,when they are amidst darkness...
Life always teaches us lessons!!
Sometimes how to be,other times how not to be...
Stay inspired, stay motivated
 May 2020 marc rios
Erian Rose
I was born a poet
forever-be
before I realized
I was sneaking behind
plastered brick walls
at recess bells
transforming the world
into words
spilling ink pens dry
I was born a poet
I embraced beauty,
enfolded magic,
encased the man on the moon,
tracing bare sentences
amidst pure wonder
until their final moments
till they cried
the truths of neverland
upon the immense star clusters
I am a poet
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