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Another adventure awaits,
On the crisp of your mortality
One last leap of faith,
To set the record straight
Was it worth the wait?
To alter the course of a life
Based on ecstatic escapades of thrill;
A high flying free bird.

For now, the time has come
To lay low for a while
Always knowing deep in your heart
You are way too tired to go on,
That you are counting down the moments
Before you trade,
A short life for a sure life.
Let alone the music
It is the feeling
Angels
Sure do can dance
I'm not watching
I'm participating
'Cause
I'm dancing with angels
Angels
Sure do can dance
Ofcourse
This verse inked
In the
Physical relm
Angels
Being
In the
Spiritual relm
It must be a trance
Still, I enjoyed the dance
 Jul 2020 Jena T
Veritia Venandi
What do you ponder, O moon?
Do you wonder if I too have my dark side...!
What do you smell, O moon?
Do you catch the fragrance of death that lingers my side every moment...!
What do you hear, O moon?
Do you hear the agony and screamings of an invisible broken heart...!
What do you feel, O moon?
Do you ever touch my bed at night hoping to lessen my loneliness?
O ,dear moon, you may be seven seas apart,
But you and I are one in essence and loneliness...
For every second of our lives we live to die and die to live!
              ~V.Venandi
How often it is that the moon becomes our companion during times of adversity...!Ages back on one such dark night... The moon became my lifelong companion!
 Jul 2020 Jena T
Gunnika Mehra
Deep in my heart lies a door,
The key is lost.
And my soul is trapped inside.

Deep in my mind,
Lies a key.
But the heart knows it not.

Maybe if they weren't always in conflict,
They would have freed the soul,
Long ago.
 Jul 2020 Jena T
Carlo C Gomez
It smells like
French toast
During the Renaissance

The taste of which
Leaves me starving
For perspective and humanity
 Jul 2020 Jena T
Carlo C Gomez
Exiled to dusk,
Fractions of the sun
Begin to lift away,
In concealment
We shudder,
Casting our reels
Into a pond of uncertainty,
Clock hands bend
With advancing shadow,
And speak of time
Only in past tense.

I so want everything
I ever felt for you
Preserved for posterity,
Even should forever
Be far less than
We imagined.
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