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the divergence of roads
is an illusion
a myth perpetuated
by those who fear solitude
but one who has walked the lonely path
enjoyed all its sights, sounds and sceneries
rested in the shade of its motherly oaks
knows that at last
everything converges
every road, every fellow traveller
every other choice
meets at one
single brilliant point

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   08.02.2013
  Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish,
I love how "cleaved" can mean both "split" and "linked". The word is its own opposite!
 Feb 2013 Nick
Lee
Hygiene
 Feb 2013 Nick
Lee
I think of you
the same way
modern society thinks of hygiene.
You are severely undervalued by most
and eternally needed.
 Feb 2013 Nick
Marian
Sunsets are red, the sky is blue,
Oranges are sweet and so are you!

*~Marian~
I wrote this for my cat, Sylvestro. I caught him myself and brought him inside to live with us sometime last year.
 Feb 2013 Nick
Anon C
Yin and Yang
 Feb 2013 Nick
Anon C
Acceptance of death comes when you have nothing to lose
why is it I am unafraid to die

Fear of death comes when you have everything to lose
why is it I am afraid to die

perhaps there are two of me in here...
 Feb 2013 Nick
DieingEmbers
Even
one fleeting moment
is too long
alone

without you
 Feb 2013 Nick
Williamsji Maveli

A shadow play of rainbow on your cheeks;
Beautiful hair over flows like streams of love;
******* are white doves; lips cherry fruits;
A green landscape; your body and mind!
*
By
Williamsji Maveli
Email
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
 Feb 2013 Nick
Williamsji Maveli

Though,
the rain
stopped it's
down pour,
the leaves of
the tree
dropped
its tears !

Though,
the moon
faded it's
bright light,
the feathers of
the cloud
enriched
its glance !

Though,
the night
closed its
cold wing,
the dawn
stretched
its hands !

Though,
the waves
embraced  its
shiny shores,
the Sun
blessed on
its forehead !

*
By
Williamsji Maveli
email:
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com

 Feb 2013 Nick
Lee
Drunkenly walk
and dance
and sing
along the sparkling sewers
of Paris.
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