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Throwing rocks into the winter river.
Ice as thin as a child's soul's skin
Carries not the weight
Of History's oldest weapon.

Like a paperless poem it shatters,
Floating away with the fleeing stream.
Water needs no windows.
Nothing is outside to its within.

Sleepy moon,
Can I see you soon?
Can I watch your rays of light,
Fall upon me tonight?
Can I feel your soft dust,
Of peaceful sleeping lust?
Oh sleepy moon,
Can I see you soon?
Dreams unknown murmur in the darkness of my imagination,
Whispering empty confusion that fills an unseen storm.
A hurricane lurks off the coast of my consciousness,
Waiting to be unleashed upon a blank page.
As I bandy around with my fickle muse.
 Jan 2016 Camélia Evergreen
NV
because when she was young,

people would ask her

"what superpower,

do you wish for?"

so without any hesitation

she replied "invisibility."

and then,

and then she grew up realising

it came true.
From the green hill, blows downwards
a wind, gently titillating the languid trees
of this dense forest,the rustling of the leaves create,
an impromptu tune, proving they are taut strings,
yielding willingly to the sensual fingers of the wind.

Super moon,while raising, listens keenly awhile
as if she had never heard one like this before.
The wise silver owl, sitting on the high branch
keeping account  of every stroke of night,with an imaginary wand,
as the conductor, catches the emerging mood that seethes
within the million pieces of orchestra that gently merge,
get exhilarated, finds a pause to punctuate it with a timely hoot,
the moment freezes, falls in to the repository of time for keeps.
Oh dear, their love never really had a chance
as it was over before it started in advance.

There were so many conditions and obstacles they both had to overcome;
of a physical and emotional nature that would have been too burdensome.
Where one person may have been willing the other had some serious doubt
and the feelings shared between them were not much to get excited about.

Yet, they both seemed to be attracted towards each other
but it was hardly any more than being a sister and brother.

You must know something about the kind of love that I do mean
where both parties at first, only enjoyed from a distance to be seen.
Though, it’s said, where love is concerned it will seek to find a way;
the rest is really up to individual effort and or nature to save the day.

There are certain fleeting memories of love which linger in many still
that some people would try to revive again and so their passion fulfill.

The object of a person’s love demands serious attention
otherwise it remains at the level of being in suspension.
Those whom it concerns need to be intimately connected
so the experience of love for both parties is not dejected.
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Written in 2015.
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