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 Feb 2015 David
Sydney Victoria
The Ripe Color Of My Skin Has Perished,
Along With The Wide Smile I Once Bore,
Music In My Soul Which I Once Cherished,
Has Fallen Flat And Crumbled To The Floor

The Sweet, Joyful Sun Has Dissipated,
The Flowers Within My Heart Have Withered,
My Mind Has Never Been Vindicated,
My Green Eyes Clouded With Blue Of Blizzard

The Autumn Leaves Are Ragged And Soggy,
As If They Wanted To Mimic My Lips,
The Moaning Voice Of The Breeze Is Groggy,
As It Caresses The Earth's Swinging Hips

O, I Remember The Smile I Wore,
Although, I Recall It Being A Chore
Absence of color,
Absence of inspiration,
motive,
and
mind...

Missed you all.
 Feb 2015 David
Sydney Victoria
The Winter Is Colder For Those
With No Warm
Memories
Are You Cold?
 Feb 2015 David
Sydney Victoria
The
       Flower
                    Blooms
                                  Before
                                                It
                                                     Dies.
                                             *
The
                                     Tear
                            Falls
                Before
           It
Dries.
So, How Has Everyone Been?
 Feb 2015 David
Bruised Orange
Of this, my heart so eagerly embraced
The plans of youth in dreams retraced
And in that song of once forgotten fire
A burning now of long quenched desire.

See the trees standing tall and austere?
The meadow grass with flowers appear.

Split rail fence
Winding path
Stone wall
Signs of a life,
Proof of it all

The poet seeks to recollect
Through phrases in earnest to reflect
But the pen, in solitude rejects

Through wasted years of hopeful dream
I've not set foot in a single stream

Of longing
Of bitterness
Of regret

These will be this poet's epitaph.
 Feb 2015 David
Avery Langcaster
Why do
the ones
I love

the most
put me
through

the most
torture ?
/
I'm not  pied crested Cuckoo of alienation
Who is no more say" I love you"
The Season has not Struck me
You Say it is Spring
That not anymore troubled me

I'm to be indifferent, aloof
Drunk with your prayer
I'm the instrument of pain
Who don't have any principle of mounting

I go, but don't go
I Come, Comeback
Even don't comeback again
Like a Child who always straight
But Sometimes bend as like a bow

I want you
In Existence,
In Bone marrow,
In the Red blood cells of blood

I am defeated
Want you after defeat
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@Musfiq us shaleheen
spring that not troubled me
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