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Speak with me
I understand your language
I don't speak it

Speak with me
I want to listen
I can't hear

Speak with me
I feel it
I don't have to hear

Speak with your eyes
Shout with your smile

Does the language matter?
I hear you loud and clear

Speak with me
Speak my language

Speak Joy
Speak peace
Speak love

Speak with me
I want to listen
I cant hear

Speak our language

Speak sincerity
Speak truth

I can hear you now
I understand you

I know love
Nothing else matters
 Jun 2022 Colin Mulligan
Hafsa S
The bitterness of my past
Bleeds into my present
Turns every sweet experience
Bittersweet
It snuck up on me, this realisation that there comes a point when you've lived long enough, when you've suffered in enough unique ways that nothing can ever be purely sweet again. Every new scent, every new sight, every new experience reminds you of a painful memory. So you may be able to appreciate its beauty for a second or so, but eventually it just leads you to think of all the ways that it can go wrong. And in the end all you are left with is a bitter aftertaste.
I won’t know what to say
If you go away
I don’t know what I’ll do
When our life together is through
The fire has burnt low
Still I beg you; don’t go
I won’t say goodbye
I can’t reignite us however I try
Flames rising with my sweet desire
Blazing higher and higher
The embers burn down
Old sparks go to ground...

If you are lost.................

I may never be found
Spare me a dream faery man
Spare me a dream faery woman
Bake me a ginger bread cottage
Weave wishes to bind with the dough
With icing as white as the snow

Cut me a thread faery man
Sew me a seam faery woman
Bind with the blossom in May
Pink as the rose, soft as the lamb
To wind round the bed where I lay

Write me a poem faery man
Faery woman sing me your love
Casting your light, by the waxing of moon
Set words to music and play me a tune
To brighten my heart all the day

So spare me a dream faery man
Spare me a dream faery woman
Bake me a ginger bread cottage
Weave wishes to bind with the dough
With icing as white as the snow
 Jun 2020 Colin Mulligan
Hafsa S
She desired for the wilted flower to bloom
But all her efforts where to go in vain
For love and support may bring a certain hope
But forever wilted the flower shall remain
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