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 Sep 2016 Stephan
Prathipa Nair
With a mud *** on her waist
Walks the beauty in his thoughts
Grazing cattle in a meadow
Playing his flute of love
Awaiting to see the coyness in her eyes
Hearing the music of her anklets
Blooms a mystic smile on his lips
Swapping hearts of devotion
Sitting under a banyan tree
Languidly lying on his shoulder
Relishing his romanticising music of love
Forgetting the world encircling them
Lost in a heaven of divinity
When the Peacock spreading
Its colourful wings of portiere !
 Sep 2016 Stephan
Hadrian Veska
Stars fall in empty space
Adolescent constellations
Bound in white lace
A patchwork staccato
Of faint pulsing light
Bridging the gap
Between us and the night
And when they do fall
Will we then carry on
With their light in our hearts
Long after their gone
 Sep 2016 Stephan
Phia
You are the Earth,
strong and beautiful,
you are the Earth.

You are the Earth
resilient and giving,
you are the Earth.

You are the Earth,
a little broken and scarred
you are the Earth.

You are the Earth
You are the thing that keeps me grounded
you are the Earth.

You are the Earth
always there and something magic
you are my world

I love you.
 Sep 2016 Stephan
guy scutellaro
I felt like an old newspaper
blowing across a deserted street
predicted my life.
I had on the same faded blue jeans
and 10 dollars in my pocket
and faded eyes
and holes in my sneakers.
and sometimes
I still cast a shadow
standing in sunlight
first appeared in "Electrum"
 Sep 2016 Stephan
Akira Chinen
Lets count the stars tonight
Under the comfort of dreams
Just you and me
Lets count the stars each night
Until the end of my life
For the rest of your life
Count them down to one
When the star that warms the day
Comes crawling over the distant
And cast shade over us
Then let us rest under this tree
Planted by you
Planted by me
Under the comfort of dreams
Where we will lay until the sun sleeps
Then lets count the stars again
And again and
again
Till we have counted every one
And recorded every breath
And felt every beat
And died over and over
In each others arms
While counting the stars
Under the comfort of dreams
 Sep 2016 Stephan
Little Bear
he always said he
could count his
flaws on
both hands

but;
I loved him for
the way
his imperfections
made him whole ..

I saw how his
soul
was so
beautifully
torn and

that all of his
imperfectly scattered
pieces
would always
fit together perfectly
with mine
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