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 Apr 2015 Carolin
Bluebird
i could speak louder,
i could move faster,
my eyes would sparkle,
in a colour of an aster,
my hands were steady,
my teeth were sharper,
always was ready,
to make a disaster,
my dreams were bigger
my smile was brigther,
i was lot more vigor,
and i was a fighter.
 Apr 2015 Carolin
Sally A Bayan
(haiku x 4)



Sun hides...dips lower
Moon and stars deck the dark sky
Dusk is upon us

Lights.....softly glowing
Drawn curtains are a pale screen
Casting drooping forms...

Voices fill the air
Night, patiently hears the moans
Shame fades at dusk...for,

Dark unites shadows
Cicadas join the whimpers
Wind...comforts the soul...


Sally

Copyright February 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
 Apr 2015 Carolin
r
Air
 Apr 2015 Carolin
r
Air
I like old glass
with bubbles

Pockets of breath
of the dead laid to rest

I break and I breathe and I taste

Their spices
and vices

Kisses from wives
Curses and verses

Songs of themselves
Wine of their wrath

Salt from their baths

Smoke from their fires
Sweet tastes of desire

Shared sighs and cries
Dead butterflies

Air.
r ~ 3/16/15
Maybe I should save it in a bottle and put a cork in it. :)
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