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In this rainy evening
I am feeling so alone
Babe, make me smile
with your lovely eyes!

Let your soft touches
bring pleasure to my heart
That's full of happiness
I can't tell in my words.

The language of your eyes
and the smile on your face
make me feel so drunk,
Like I'm melting into you.

Please don't stop this rain
Let the door be closed
Let go evening lamps
Light up my life, beloved!
BE
 Apr 2020 CA Guilfoyle
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Black Lilacs
blooming -

a blossoming
of grief -

dark fallen pollen
on the breeze -

I can see it falling
all around me -

there on the wall
for us to see -

April will be
the cruelest of them all.
“ April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land...

I will show you fear in a handful of dust...

...And other withered stumps of time
Were told upon the walls;...”

T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land, 1922.
 Apr 2020 CA Guilfoyle
bcb
for your sake,
I will live this life as it was meant to be lived;
to love
to see
to be

be well,
bcb
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