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Red and amber sky
Tinges of blue
fading

Fire blazing sun
Slowly
cascading

Velvet clouds
Frozen in time
Like decorative lace

Holding their breath
Anticipating the illuminated moon
to take the restless sun's place.

By Lady R.F ©2017
Another beautiful sunset
Truly blessed
 Feb 2017
Gidgette
I was never a rose,
But green
Not a chrysanthemum,
Nor an orchid
Something cut,
Walked upon
And yet,
You were the dew
And kissed me,
With a thousand moist kisses
Everynight,
Making me sparkle
In the sunrise
Well, I didnt even know this was chosen as the daily till just a second ago. Thank you all so very much!
 Jan 2017
just another shadow
remember that this will be over before a second hits the ground. remember that suffering is an ephemeral little thing. a little wren of ash. already broken before it even hatches. it will pass. like another storm. another falling tear.
 Jan 2017
Pagan Paul
.
With this tarnished love I do
paint the world with darker hue,
and rise 'pon no light restraint
with shadow clouds for me to taint.

So ride black mood and flee away
torture me not for another day.
Begone! Be banished, leave no trace
release my heart to a better place.

Fate may bring wither she will
a new adventure, my love to thrill,
so permit this curtain call be seen
as my epitaph to a broken dream.


© Pagan Paul (2017)
re-work
 Jan 2017
traces of being
Wondering through
the complex mazes
of the wind,
trying to feel beyond
what I cannot see;

trying to see beyond
   what I can feel ―

The echoes of the breeze
invigorate the stillness

The weight
of a world heavy
expands like the traces
of life lived
packed deeply beneath
jagged fingernails

Lost in the wilderness
of my soul,
a feral wind
abides silently
as I wonder alone
from end to end

...  side   to   side
    
through a portal
shapeless as the wind

Blinded by a collective
bioluminescent light
rooted deeply within,
intimately touching
crystalline fountains
as the deepest pools
of innate blackness unfold
in the wake

I reverently touch
the inward rhythm
where a heart strong
     runs alone …

feeling its
pulsing cadence
    quake and thunder
    in reach …

Rivulets thrumming across
the burgeoning blossom
of soothing netherworld seas

Washing away
all the memories made
like the shapeless waves of wind
moving the stillness
beyond


wild is the wind ... 1. 27. 2017
the answer is blowin’ in the wind
.
 Jan 2017
Poetic T
I can feel the earth beneath my feet,
knowing that I will be dust in the wind.

                  I can see the sky in the darkness where
whispers of galaxies breath wanting to
be heard. listen, listen, listen, see it...

The road of continuation till it stops,
        I can feel it on my skin, touch the wind..
But everything ends. I believe in the knowledge
of truth of what was proven in sight.

Can you touch the air, I cant taste it in my lungs.
I would silence the ignorance and say there is
    only one path in life and that is death...
its a river that ends...
No flowers just moment that began and ended..
                   A memory in others living on..
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