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 Aug 2020 angelique
Dr Peter Lim
The poet is moved
    less by joy than sorrow
    he treads on sanctified soil
    his poetry's beauty then begins to glow
 Aug 2020 angelique
Naomi
Puddles
 Aug 2020 angelique
Naomi
Hello,  I am a puddle person.
I'm certainly not the only puddle person, of course.
And I often think I'm more puddle then person.

I lay on the floor still.
People come by and see themselves reflected in me.
Sometimes they step in me,  and drops of me splish around and evaporate.

I'm content being a puddle it's, comfortable.
People are aware of me whether looking at themselves, tip toeing around me or jumping in.

I am NOT invisible.

Love me or hate me this puddle person isn't going anywhere,
until I become more puddle then person.
 Aug 2020 angelique
Aditya Roy
Love has a time and place
Better to dream on the streets
Than to think upon the stars
 Aug 2020 angelique
Aditya Roy
Let us say
As love is mysterious this way
Because I want you to stay

No courage to finish the sentence
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