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i saw two little bluebirds sitting in a tree
cudddled up together as happy as can be
singing to each other there little song of love
happy and content in the trees above.

a lovely melody filled with so much charm
it made me feel serene made me feel so calm
then they began to kiss it almost made me cry
to see the love they had brought a teardrop to my eye.

then they flew away in the sky so blue
flying side by side with a love so true.
i think about the bluebirds every single day
hoping maybe one day love will come my way.
 Aug 2014 Nur Almaz
Sue Violetta
Troubled mind
Wounded soul
Broken heart
not healing.

Soft fur
and feline purr
of a rescued cat
Might help
to give your life
New  meaning.
Rescued old, skinny and hungry cat is now doing the rescueing.
 Aug 2014 Nur Almaz
nivek
five walk hand in hand down the road;
now its up to the rest of us
 Aug 2014 Nur Almaz
Sarah Spang
He is the tumultuous ocean,
The twisting, rolling sea
That feigns a certain gentleness
Until its rage breaks free

So vast and so unending
And limitless in worth
I took him once for granted
As I wandered through the surf.

Without the tumulus ocean
Without its rolling seas
Without the tide that tosses me
And never sets me free

The arid, fallow earth would crack
Beneath my burning feet
Reminding me of which I lost
And dried up with the heat

But salt leaves me to languish
No sweetness he can quench
Time will only tell from here
If love can fill this trench.
I am afraid,
in a way I haven't been before.

I am afraid
of the way people fall out of the sky,

I am afraid
of the way people disappear into the sea

without saying goodbye;
Suddenly the loss
feels like a snake

slithering from across the room;
venom in his blood
and names on his tongue.

I am afraid
of the way people find themselves
at the bottom of the barrel.

And I
am scraping
at the end of it.
RIP Mr. Robin Williams.
 (July 21, 1951 – August 11, 2014) 

The first loss I have known.
 Aug 2014 Nur Almaz
Koketso Faith
Before I met you
Nothing seemed interesting
My world was dull
I'd lie in bed looking at the ceiling
While counting sheep
I had nothing to think about
But why people would mess with their feelings
What was this "love" that everyone talked about?

Now that I've met you
I know longer have to count sheep
I lie in bed thinking whether u real
Yes our tongues often collide
Hands examine our bodies
But are you the real deal?

Everytime I think about you
I smile
I long your touch
My stomach turns into a zoo
I bite my lower lip
As I remember the secret our tongues shared

Meeting you has made my world heavenly..
When did
your love for me
become a
*disappearing act?
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