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I love nature

It loves me back

Rain plays the music of nature

Bees hum its songs

Butterflies dance to nature's tune

Flowers bloom in the sun

They all make me smile.
She took my hand and followed me
through the trees,
under the archway made of ivy
(flanked by pristinely carved hedges)
into the vast, open field
which met the ethereal red sun
on the horizon.

We sat in the fresh grass,
cool in the evening air.
All the while we stayed silent,
just admiring the untouched space.
Each blade of grass before us
swayed gently,
tantalisingly...

Time had stopped
but everything was still living.
Still moving.
As if this place were not included
in Time's perseverance.  
I didn't want it to be,
it was too important to me.

It occurred to me then
that it wasn't this place
that I valued the most at all
It was this moment.

And I captured it.
My heart has spoken.

It's your turn now.
the mind can continue to sail
as long as there is a breath
in and out of the lungs
I am the jagged reflection of a broken mirror
A fractured representation of hopelessness and fear
Nothing in front of me,
Only unbridled despair catching up from the rear
And I don't have another gear
So casually it's told to me
That it's so easy
But easy isn't described so easily
Comfort torn apart with a frenzy,
Pulled out from under me
Left with nothing
Just an emptiness that feeds the suffering
To move on I need,
~"I AM IN NEED"~
Of some kind of buffering
But no one is listening
So I have to ask,
"Do I want to move on...?"
What an impossible question
I must have missed some crucial lesson
Can not find the life or death connection
But life's not kind,
There is no rewind
In a human mind
That's something you can't find
Thankfully I do not sit alone, it's me and depression
A dysfunctional concoction
But it seems to be my only connection
To my reflection

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She makes the sand,
the sand seep away.
Little locket on her chest,
with her steps a gentle sway.
Though her eyes cast
a tender gaze,
her fiery heart sets the sky ablaze.

Dry rain and dry puddles,
never will she stop.
'Til she stumbles to her knees,
the dusty ground, fiercely hot.
She cries out in pain
and laughs through tears,
a withered smile
of withered years.

She sees me.

Her faces relaxes,
her lungs give out,
her limbs betray her
and with one final strain she says:
*I can't hate.
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