The rain ticks on the curb
Like a chronometer
Held up to a short race

As a man entering the mall
Feels his pocket for his
Wallet,
A grimace cracks his face.

© LazharBouazzi

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Stars gather in a twinkly show
     moon ascending in the dark sky,
          drowsy souls falling asleep
               in the still of night passing by.

        Drifting,
              floating,
                  peaceful dreams

               in gentle flows of height, and depth,
         myriad auroras of colors dance
a soft melody, on whispered breath.

Lingering just a moment or two
      as the world of dreams take hold,
           putting tired souls at ease
               in a soothing light of mosaic gold.

        Drifting,
              floating,
                  in songs of night

            magical melodies fill the air,
      floating upon a gentle breeze
tranquil moments, and answered prayers.

Stars gather in a twinkly show
     moon ascending in the dark sky,
          drowsy souls falling asleep
               in the still of night passing by.
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The tender song of your soul
flows to me with such ease,
feeling your spirit embrace me
like the kiss of a warm breeze.

A soft flowing melody
like a rivers grand design,
flowing water reflects love
tween your soul and mine.

The elegant flow of water
like loving words we speak,
causes my heart to pound
or grow blissfully weak.

That flowing whisper of love
from sweet honeyed lips,
caress my soul gently
like soft moving fingertips.

The tender song of soul to soul
a loving melody of treasure,
with our souls proclaiming
“A Love of now and Forever.”
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