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Oh sweet, sweet, dance of summer you are here at last
yes I would like to climb to the top of your  hill
There you can tell me more about the breeze that flies me free
for I am old enough to love your steps and young enough to try
Oh sweet, sweet, dance of summer you are here at last;
Bring me your charms and all your steps, I am ready to advance  
pushing forward like the flower, bathing in the orange sun
I am on the summit of your summer ,
ready to  graze the verdant hills of my life , once more  ;
Far in the distance I hear the song of Ocarina,  
and I watch as  he plays the golden flute;  
Softly and keenly the spirit follows the groove of his tune
while the sun rises freely,  o'er the mountain until noon
Oh sweet, sweet, dance of summer you are here at last
give me the song of Ocarina, so I can dance on your festoon.

Written by: Mystic Rose
 Aug 2020 Isabella
Mansi
Apathy
 Aug 2020 Isabella
Mansi
There is too much happening
Too much to care about
Too much to fight for
All worthy causes
But the biggest fight of all
Is to be empathetic
In this apathetic world
 Aug 2020 Isabella
Shadow
What can I say
There are no sounds worth making
No conversations worth having
No thoughts worth uttering
No ideas worth sharing
No words worth writing
because no one really listens
and our souls are slowly fading away
no one really bothers
none of this really matters
 Aug 2020 Isabella
Shadow
I fell in love with moonlight-
in my darkness, shining so bright.
She danced in the breeze, lit up the night,
her glow consumed my very sight.

But moments in time soon burn away,
and moonlight just cannot stay.
As sure as night turns into day,
that trickle of light will go astray.

But for a moment, through the storm,
she lit my world, she kept me warm,
then flickered out, as is the norm
for moonlight, its fleeting form.

I fell in love with moonlight,
for but a moment, all was right.
Her glow, her dance, consumed my sight
and faded out at end of night.
Oh how beautiful you are tonight :)
 Aug 2020 Isabella
Ayesha
Fall
 Aug 2020 Isabella
Ayesha
Wind melts over me
as I close my eyes and spread
my obsolete wings.
_
I gasp for an ounce of sky as the strands of my own hair whirl around my neck like snakes, my own lashes push the dust in my eyes as my vocals turn themselves to stone;
still my screams echo in the hollow caves of my ears, still my lungs keep pounding, still I see the vaccancy around me.

Down I go. Still I go on.
 Aug 2020 Isabella
Ayesha
Ever chattering and chortling, we never shared a memorable word and now my parchments are filled with letters to you. It's easier talking to you dead for I like fooling myself into believing the gnawing silence is your sound reply.
I'm devoid of words these days.
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