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 Sep 2019 Zeyu
Eloisa
My Lunar Angel
 Sep 2019 Zeyu
Eloisa
She held my hands and brought me
to the moon.
As wanderer in the silver sky,  
a silent observer of the lantern of darkness,
she brought with her,
her memory of heavy past.
But the moon just watched and remained silent.
She understood the moon’s message,
“There is light and darkness within us,
just love and cherish life.”
I enjoyed the night’s magic and significance.
As I watched her hues and
smelled her fragrance.
Her smile mirrors the brightness and mystery of the moon.  
Though her eyes reflect her darkness
and imperfections.
With the luminous moon,
she shimmered beyond the clouds.
On a night journey that I won’t forget,
a magical moment with my lunar angel.
~Saw the enchanting beauty of last night’s full moon.
 Sep 2019 Zeyu
BlackAndWhiteStars
together
the first flower bloomed
with her sisters
we watched it waver
as storms weeped
and weathered
we planted more seeds
of glowing hope
wishing, one day  
we could see
it flourish
into a beautiful garden
we could explore
forever
 Sep 2019 Zeyu
Traveler
I will say this once again
If you are lonely
That’s a sin
My heart longs
My love
It runs beside me
Please
Please
Come free me
Together we will
Finally breathe
..........
TT

I save people all day long
Someone save me
 Sep 2019 Zeyu
Chelsea Rae
If I got used to you

Would I take you for granted too?
What's wrong with me?
 Sep 2019 Zeyu
Serendipity
Am I a debt to be paid?
Do you enjoy me,
because I enjoy you?
Do you love me,
because I love you?
Do you touch me,
because I've touched you?

Do you reap
only what you sow?
 Sep 2019 Zeyu
Serendipity
You stand,
cowardice,
under the title of professor.
I fear not the weight
of the textbooks
of your knowledge,
for they
are
empty.
We all sometimes have bad teachers, but this one, I have not encountered before and am glad I am done with.
 Sep 2019 Zeyu
Traveler
She blossomed in early spring
Spread her wings and flew to me
The beauty of her gender shone
A fawn-eyed girl no man had known

The world was hers for the takin’
Her heart was ripe for the breakin’
No place to run, no place to hide
A broken heart is how she died

Now she lives on in my mirrors
To face this truth my greatest fear
No tear I cry could justify
How I killed a butterfly
...
Traveler Tim
Some debts can never be repaid.
HP Dec 2014
Re post by lazy Poet!
 Aug 2019 Zeyu
willow sophie
Within the debris,
there was the ring;
the rusty, silver ring
that held the story
of a broken oath.
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