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 Apr 2019 Jacob Ciciora
Seema
A weird world it is
To capture ones feeling
Of hope
The loath of living

I prospected to give
Of what I had
Giving up my all
Yet, not dead

Here, I sign and realise
Of lives worth
And there, he lives
And moves forth

All because,
Of one sided love...


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Spilling imagination.
 Apr 2019 Jacob Ciciora
Seema
The bitterness in your thoughts were evident in your eyes...
Its ok, somehow I knew it was all bunch of lies...
Vows, promises, loyalty just as well, I came to know...
That people of such virtue could fall so low as you...
Remember wise men have said, your fouls are watched by gods...
But don't you worry these sayings are only for odds...
A day shall come, when you might realise...
How selfish you were in losing me with your ugly disguise...


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Well......life goes on :)
 Apr 2019 Jacob Ciciora
Seema
Clear this fog
O rushing winds
Take it further
On your daring fins
Warm my eyes
O steaming sun
So I can see
Atleast for once
Light never pierces
Through my sight
Darkness realms
With no light
Hush, my heart
Don't feel down
Cheer up a little
Don't you frown
On the wings
Of the earliest flight
Dusk till dawn
It's never bright
Set a sail, O dear heart
Fear no fright ahead
Stir gently through the mist
So I can join the dead...


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Spilling imagination.
If you take time to be kind,
You are beautifull.
I've grown so tired
of hating you,
but I’ve hated you so long,
it's all I know.
After the foul odor of death fades,
fresh air will replace
that which we cannot change.
Staring out the window,
my chest tightens from dread.
The pollution we’ve spewed
may have scorched the soil
where new trees must grow.

–Ron Gavalik
Inside the café, a cute artist
with blackened fingertips
sketched in her notebook.
A handsome boy took the next table
and waited patiently for a chat.
Sketching with a fervor,
oblivious to her surroundings,
that artist and I shared a truth.
Imagination is often preferable
to the daily realities
****** upon us.

–Ron Gavalik

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