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 Apr 8 Erenn
ryn
Spectre
 Apr 8 Erenn
ryn
There’s no respite
from this spectre
from memories dead.

There’ll be more moons
before vigil relinquishes
its stead.
 Apr 8 Erenn
ryn
As if world-gazing through filters,
we’d be enamoured by the beguiling nature
of its ways and the silent poetry it recites.

We’d be captivated by the subtle touches
of scentful breezes.

We’d zealously claim the emotions evoked;
and all its nuances, as our own refined beings.

We’d then forget…
For a fleeting moment -
the scars that mark our hearts…
and the tumour that eats at us.
 Apr 8 Erenn
ryn
Labyrinth
 Apr 8 Erenn
ryn
Embalmed skin -
seemingly made anew,
yet pocked with sores…
from a life past.

The then waylaid heart
needed only whisper…

And long was the walk
through the cursed labyrinth
of sharp worldly things.
 Apr 8 Erenn
evangeline
Pour another glass
Love swallows the Milky Way
Quench me, Goddess says
Today I find myself walking
through this beautiful place,
my soul shines.

Harmonious architecture,
with springtime colors,
that elevate my gaze.

Cold weather,
in a warm society,
a smile they usually provoke.

Today I find myself walking,
and I breathe in the glamour,
I breathe in comfort.

A happiness leaps
through my chest.

Grey days,
with coffee in hand,
and reflections in mind.

Bright days,
that teach you to live
each moment of time.

Grey days,
that teach you to go out
and enjoy them.

A gentle drizzle
that caresses your face,
whispering it loves you.

Today I find myself walking,
May 28th, 2025,
I am here.
Thank you, universe.
“A wound is a reminder that we have loved”
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