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 Aug 2015 Unknown
Adele
I was born from a farthest star
where beauty and shattered lights
sprinkled all over the place

i touched the glass of gold crystals,
they are soft and silky
that I can glide and say 'weee!'

The strand of my hair goes
to slow motion
as I somersault into the air

The giant moon illuminates
from sight
he yawns as I wave
and gave a sweet smile

I can hear the words
'Dream, Dream, Dream'
echoes from his mind

I close my eyes and feel the warmth
of the stars embrace

'Dream, Dream, Dream' whispers from the
billion celestial of the night

I find happiness in an endless tranquil space.
Have a good night everyone!
 Aug 2015 Unknown
Adele
My Life
 Aug 2015 Unknown
Adele
I breathe a sea of emotions
I am the painter of the vast sky
The sun and the moon
whispers each memory
when I close and open my eyes
I rise with the mountains
and drown beneath the ocean's time
I fly with the birds
and dance with the trees
I see the air's breath
through its gentle breeze
I was born from one's history
and died from a subtle knife
I might reborn
after a very long time
Just read my words
and listen to the music of my heart

My life is a song

of endless poetry.
(c) Adele
 Jul 2015 Unknown
Kwanele
letter to the night : child of the night I am not.
     she said ; " the problem with art is the artist "
     she said this and i began to think about how we as artists, myself as a poet, we tend to scribble words on paper, meaning one thing and then another and then everything and then nothing. we say things in a rather peculiar way and yet we yearn to be understood, when we ourselves cannot fathom what we've just let out into the world. i call this a cry for help..
      she said this and this made me think of all the letters titled " to the girl " as a poet i knew what i wanted to say, i had her reaction all planned out and ready when she couldn't understand, when her ability to respond failed her , i wrecked my brain and heart trying to find ways to get some sort of response reading in between lines that were not there at all.
Myself as the poet, i yearn to be understood because i myself do not...

    to the girl : bare with me, time is all i have. someday we'll sit back in our little bit of heaven and recall on all the ink stained papers and i will tell you all about how you had the ability to make created languages, codes , close to the morse than could not be understood by many.
    to the girl : whoever you are ? Someday you and i both will understand. the art will be deciphered and love will meet time and it'll be beautiful.
Reane. bare with me. I am here. Someday will be our day.
 Jul 2015 Unknown
Adele
Raindrops~
 Jul 2015 Unknown
Adele
you are the raindrops
that patters through my rooftop,
gently sliding on my window
creating a short-lived ripple
that slowly goes away

if only I can make you stay.

I, on my window
watching the pale sky,
with winds and clouds so dreary
and a soul starting to get weary

It's been a dark, lonely day,
and I've been waiting
for the sun to come out and stay

you are the raindrops
that gone away
no words or sound as you
fall to the ground

I, on my window
watching you vanish
without saying goodbye.
Goodbye.
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