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 Jul 2023
Maddy
Wish it was possible to gift wrap the person you seek.
The only thing to be sure of is that you know the person.
You need to stop looking and then you will find each other.
Saddens me to know that your puzzle is incomplete.
You should not define yourself in that way.
Your friends know you better and too well.
Your only is there.
Just search your heart and follow your path to glorious journeys.
You are that special.

C@rainbowchaser2023
 Jul 2023
ryn
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I’ve grieved…
Not so much over what was lost.
More so the way
I tried to bury these memories.

Candles…
that for a time once,
stoked hale,
unflickering flames.

All tied to strings
that lead straight to my heart
and all partially buried…
In many a shallow grave.

•••

Perhaps because a deeper tomb
would mean a lesser purchase
and looser grip on these strings.

I never could let go…


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 Jul 2023
Lorraine Colon
I think I could have loved you,
O, how you stoked passion's fire!
Or was it just the madness of Spring
That kindled such wild desire?

Was my lantern's glow too faint
As our ships passed in the night?
Or perhaps Fate extinguished the flame
Before you could see its light

We may well have been lovers
If given the proper chance;
But why did the music stop playing
Before we finished our dance?
 Jul 2023
Traveler
The universe is hierarchy all the way up! And dysfunction all the way down. No end nor beginning, all truths, no lies. Over and over we’re born, we die.
Imaginations pretend and creation set in. Love is stronger than wisdom and there for we’ll be back this way again…
Traveler 🧳 Tim
 Jun 2023
Carlo C Gomez
~
In the mist of late night solitude,
                 from a mislaid plateau,
                 with a suitcase full of sparks

She observes constellations
        reflected as little needy eyes,
                        peering down at her

They could be midnight directives,
       postcards from distant nebula
                            suspended in gaffa

       "Ne t'enfuis pas..." She exhales

Still she wonders:

        will her children grow to love
          their perfect machines more
                                    than they love
                  their imperfect mother?

~
"Ne t'enfuis pas" is a French phrase which means "don't run away"
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