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 Nov 2018 Ashley Chapman
Amma
The awful moment comes into your heart to crush your innocence, struggling to escape from the suspicions.Your internal wounds refused to fly away to find another shelter because they couldn’t forget
The details of yours sins
The details of their tricks .

one day ,
you'll find the hope
you'll find the soul
On a walk companioned by my Muse along the sylvan meadows
We wandered away to delightful realms in unclouded ambience
Don’t know how long I rambled warming my fancies in sunset fires
Must be for long, all lights were out, the quiet hamlet lay bathed in sleep

Above  me, stood the starry firmament and the half hidden moon
Could see the vast plains stretching before me in moonlight, bare
My heart was flooded with joy, my fancies took to wings
Got drowned in Nature’s serene calm, my spirit lost in drunken ecstasy

In the gentle blowing breeze, the leaves twittered and murmured
All else was quiet and nothing disturbed the serenity of the night
But soon I knew the East wind strengthening around into a gale
And across the moon I could see stragglers of clouds moving past

I sat on a rock, lost, so lost staring into the clear night sky
Wondering how the celestial joy, made manifest by the twinkling stars
My thoughts began floating like a ship over the briny waters
And my temporal settings faded away like a cloud in the horizon

From the nearby woods, I heard the song of a lone night bird
In rising cadence, alone and aloud it fell on my rapturous ears
Was it a nightingale that poured forth that dewy delight?
Was it the same song, Keats heard long ago cascading from the woods?

      With my Muse in this unearthly hour let me sit awhile in this solitary bower
To my paper, let my fancies in unbroken crystal streams flow
Wonder if I can rightly recreate the image that my thoughts enfold
How I wish, I could like Coleridge, build a pleasure dome in mid air!
I loved this sea
U came and went
Like a wave
Sometimes loud and quiet
Foamed if u were mad
 Nov 2018 Ashley Chapman
Zhanara
I am an artist
I draw my life.
I am a teacher
I teach my steps.
I am a doctor
I treat my destiny.
I am a lawyer
I judge my actions.
I am a builder
I build my success.
I am a translator
I translate my opinion.
I am a  photographer
I take  my memories.
I am a writer
I write my future.
I am a chef
I cook my mood.
I am a businesswoman
I manage myself.
18/11/2018
Keeping my sheets neatly folded
Near my bedside

My bedside
Stashed with sheets of washed up people

My sheets laundered to perfection
To hide the bleeding soul

The bleeding soul takes the pinot purple by surprise
With burgundy like a great wine

Sheets of *** come up in the touched texture
Of festive fruity notes of the earthen healing of brown silken sheets

Where his wine-like aroma lies
An where my innocence dies in mature mauve
"Blondes make the best victims. They're like ****** snow that shows up the ****** footprints."-Alfred Hitchcock
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