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 Apr 2017 Aurelia
Scarlet Niamh
I know you will be alive and in love
like a child for the first time.
You will chase and daydream
and trace their name on fogged over windows
and even though you're older,
you'll be none the wiser
and just as dazed and clueless
as I am now.
~~ ****, I love having my head in the clouds. ~~
 Apr 2017 Aurelia
Eric W
Reminder
 Apr 2017 Aurelia
Eric W
Let not the wind sweep you away,
let not the trappings of this world
keep you down,
let not the totality of it all
fall upon your shoulders,
and especially do not pin yourself
into negative cycles.

The leaves of seasons past will fall
and surround you completely,
the ice will freeze and melt
onto your numb fingers,
and the sun will rage onto your
skin to blister.

But among it all in the final grace,
you must remember:
you were born to fly,
so spread your wings.
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when tears are in eyes
I focus on beautiful Earth
Sun, flowers and you

~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~
 Apr 2017 Aurelia
wordvango
as I
 Apr 2017 Aurelia
wordvango
with almost nothing left to delve deep into
tonight
not much of  a quest to seek and search for left
I find myself writing this a lesson to all you
young fools
don't do as I said or what I did
only a fool shows his heart
bare
as I
do
 Apr 2017 Aurelia
Valsa George
‘He who rises from prayer a better man, his prayer is answered’
                                                   - George Meredith
      
In the solemn silence of the cathedral
Close to the 'sanctum sanctorum'
Away from the din of the world
I sat in prayer for hours

In deep adoration as I sat with eyes closed
Envisioning Him at the inmost shrine of my heart
I sensed His living touch all over my body
The one without form lifted me in His arms

Like a child clinging to a caring father
I opened my heart before Him
Placed my life’s burdens at His feet
Asked for gifts my frail hands could hold!

Coming out, relieved and enriched
At the gate I was greeted by a beggar
Dressed in rags, his hair lying wildly matted
With sores in his body, he looked a piteous sight

In his outstretched hands was a begging bowl
His lips were pleading in silence
From my bounty, I gave him something
And saw the glitter in his hazy eyes

Can I ever discriminate him
When we both do the same thing
While he begs before me outside the shrine
I beg before the Lord inside the shrine!
A very simple write straight and unostentatious with no word play ! I don't know if it can be called a poem!
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