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 Dec 2016 Nite
ryn
Wilful Wisps
 Dec 2016 Nite
ryn
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We converse without words...
Just shudders and crests of bated breaths.
Tingles that resonate between echoing beats.

We speak without voice...
Just deep gazes that peer endless into bottomless eyes.
Subtle blinks that freeze the ticks of relentless hands.

We talk without sounds...
Just slight quivers between parted lips.
Holding the other captive in a gentle clasp.

We part with no farewell...
Just two wilful wisps darting on separate courses.
Knowing that paths that meander may someday converge.

.
The only person
I've continuously lied to,
Is myself - regretfully.

By Lady R.F ©2016
 Dec 2016 Nite
hazem al jaber
open your eyes ...

open widely your eyes...
as my opening heart ...
to see my feeling's words ...
through within my heart ...
which wrote by blood ...
and runs within all veins ...
as a perennial vine ...
never ever die ...

open your dreamy eyes ...
get it's reality instead dreams ...
as my clear shown dreams ...
with a big seine contains love ..
to see me as i am ..
as the love which i hold ...
with no dreams running ...
only virtual great love to give ..
as this great sea and it's depth ...
never ever to hide ...

open you eyes sweetheart ...
to see me ...
to see the love ..
and the feelings ...
that i hold from years ...
yes my sweet bird ...
it's me ...
it's not a strange dream ...
it's the reality of our feelings ...
which melted into each other ...
since our eyes met at the first time ...

yes babe ...
open your eyes ...
to read mu words ...
to see the love ...
which i keep inside ...
to realize soon ...
how much i love you ...

hazem al ...
 Nov 2016 Nite
ryn
Blush
 Nov 2016 Nite
ryn
The light touches
of the wind,
caress the blush
in reddened cheeks.

Gentle fingers abscond
with the moisture
in hapless tears.

Teasing playfully,
the obstinacy
of wayward strands.

Inciting a smile
from a heavy heart,
lifting off the anvil
that carry all fears.
 Nov 2016 Nite
jalc
Re-
 Nov 2016 Nite
jalc
Re-
Something about the path is familiar
The way it winds and twists
Leading you back on yourself
The curious way that tree grows
A particular heap of stones
Placed just so
To snag a bit of cloth
Its unusual pattern unmistakable
These vestigial footprints
That somehow fit your next step
And you've heard that raven call
Waking hazy memories
As you continue doggedly
Through these half lit woods
Ever on the way out
Never realising until you
Drop down the rabbit hole again.
 Nov 2016 Nite
ryn
Anarchy
 Nov 2016 Nite
ryn
We can never
rewrite history
and the future
is impossible to pen.

When the present
bears only anarchy
in the darkened,
tainted hearts of men.
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