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Oh, how sweetly meadowlarks trill,
Come the eve, soft and still,
Bathed in golden, dying light,
Making way for starry night.
A poem about the loveliness of the evening.
 Aug 13 Elena Rosi
nivek
language from stardust
loosened tongues on Earth
chattering like birds

a flock of Humans
a family of birds
silence in motion

twirling sunlight
a lovers Moon
the forever dream
As I was falling into the darkness

a helping hand reached out

to pull me out of the dark

and bring me back to light.

Afraid of dragging a friend down

I pulled my hands back,

let it go.

Broke the last

thread of light.
I’ve begun to realize
that great minds
don’t need a thousand words
to change a life
Often
ten
within a poem
can light up
the entire world
 Aug 11 Elena Rosi
eliana
A dreamer, that’s what she was.
Most people just float on, barely surviving the torrents that life throws their way.
But she was a dreamer.
She lived for the love she read of in books.
She lived for the adventure she found in their pages.
She loved for the sake of never being loved in return.
For she was a dreamer, and dreaming she was.

A dreamer, that’s what she was.
Most people just carry on, refusing to acknowledge the pain that chains them down.
But she was a dreamer.
She was trapped by her expectations.
She was trapped by her desires.
She lived for a life she would never live.
For she was a dreamer, and dreaming she was.

A dreamer, that’s what she was.
Where as others awake when their dreaming is done,
She was trapped by her dream, violently torn,
Between wishing, waiting, wanting, watching…
In search of a life that could never be hers.
For she was a dreamer, and dreaming she was.

A dreamer, that’s what she was.
But how long can she chase her dream,
Until it becomes a nightmare?
Is she a dreamer stuck in the dreaming?
Or just an addict chasing the feeling?
I was a dreamer…until life caught wind of my dreaming.
every morning I wake up
a miracle and tragedy
wrapped up in one
I should be grateful but
all I feel is exhausted
let me sleep.
Some days it's just like that.
 Aug 9 Elena Rosi
Mira
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?            you've changed               ?
           they say            
?                                                ­       ?
but they dont
question
?                        why                       ?
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change is normal, they say
as they belittle your struggles
I often wonder —

What is more painful:

to lose someone you once had,

                      or

to never have anyone to lose?
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