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Caught in the mundane
Imagination escapes my thoughts
Wilfully plant themselves someplace alive
Joyous trees in the forest thrive

Not a word
Written nor spoken
Some emotions best buried underneath
Not to be watered never to sprout

Crossing paths and boundaries too
Rain meets summer, seasons intermingle
Flowering blooms spring stays bold
Leaves of colour, turn to gold

My thoughts like silt and sand
Awash and Washed ashore
Emerge and submerge
Wavering like the waves

The mundane rose and raved
Common its place
Not a day with or without
Every day life thrives
Except for the last verse, rest was written on 15th June
In war, everything new
turns instantly old.
Children without childhood.



Shell ✨🐚
How can one throw bombs and fire missiles without thinking about innocent children.
 Jul 2023 Corrinne Shadow
Azariah
I asked you to take a look at the lacerations you caused.
All you could do was, avert your gaze. All you could say was, "I'm sorry."

And

"You will heal."
In a breeze of timid whispers
and with wary downcast eyes
the secret world was opened
to where true depth of feeling lies.

With each step, stories were told
and a tapestry of intimacy unfolded.
to dare or not to dare
to care or not to care.
In the dog-days of romance,
those are the calls
that lovebirds must answer.
BLT Marriam Webster word of the day challenge: Dog days: a period of heat so intense, it saps the will
 Jul 2023 Corrinne Shadow
Aishu
Last night,
when I closed my eyes,
I saw the moon
so full and so bright.
I fell asleep smiling.
I wanna be wild and free
But the demons inside are
stronger than me
They showed me a path
I didn’t agree
They said take your time
It’ll always be free
But the price of truth
The path of freedom
Is more than I can bare
Releasing the pain
Is my only fear
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