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Samantha Cunha Jan 2020
Full moon
vast, glowing, radiant,
hues of midnight blue
embody your
being, as you
speak to me
in riddles
fiddling my mind
one home,
one love,
one me
was never
a comfort to call mine

Under the
moon, I'm split
in two
Samantha Cunha Jan 2020
Magic words
sacred beings
nothing isn't
everything is

hidden
in the
open

fall up, fall
down, fall
all around


dull as day
alive
as night

driftwood
drifting
away, slowly
violently

we are one,
we are
apart
Samantha Cunha Jan 2020
Magic words
sacred
nothing isn't
colors
camouflage
you
hidden
listen
words
rhymes
time
wasted
hour
fall up
around
down
serpent
filled
you
trick
treat
tread
venom
fruit
s­tranded
purgatory
stories
talk
wake
dull
Samantha Cunha Jan 2020
Down the road,
the river
escapes
me as it
no longer flowed

When it comes,
it comes
when it
goes, it goes
embrace
the universal flow



I bid it farewell
down the road
the river
no longer
flowed
when it comes,
it comes
when it goes,
it goes
that's just
the universal
flow
Samantha Cunha Jan 2020
Atlantic Sea
treads upon my eyes
kept level to the horizon

I gaze across as
the plane
flies high
transcending
space, and time
as am I

the azure sea keeps
us apart, for when
the clock ticks
here in dusk
over yonder,
it is a sunshine
brimming day

Daydreams of pale
hands intertwined
underneath the moonlit
abyss

In a transient moment,
we loved
one another

in a transient town,
we guided one another
towards a better
tomorrow

all there is is now,
so I keep my eyes
level to the horizon
and breathe in the now
Samantha Cunha Jan 2020
write your verses
speak them into
the wind
let them fly,
fly high amongst
the breeze

write your
name into
the trees
etch them in
and be free

leave your mark,
leave your woes,
embrace the day!
Samantha Cunha Jan 2020
Records strewn
upon a wooden floor,
your eyes sparkle
in the iridescent lights

Hands woven
by fate, by time,
by presence

The sun peaks
through my window pane,
the day has brought us
together.
this moment is all we have

if time was kinder,
slower,
if clocks ticked
in our favor,
this moment
may still exist.
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