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 May 2016 Alin
nivek
At the end of the river
where the rainbow touches the Earth
and dreams meet the day
I fly with wings unfolded-
the rays of the Sun
the Moon a witness to love
tucked beneath my heart.
 May 2016 Alin
Isabella Watson
I talk all the time,
But that doesn't mean that I am heard.
Because much like the music you hear on the radio,
Words only have meaning
if there's someone to listen.

-i.w.
my words are not as poetic as music.
 May 2016 Alin
Little Bear
lost soul
 May 2016 Alin
Little Bear
I am a lost soul... so very lost.
falling through the floor boards
slipping through the cracks
through the gap under the door
I silently pass and out into the world
where I float upon the breeze
like a thousand dandelions clocks
with no place to land
and I need you to hold me
to tie me to your hand
to tell me I am here
for I can't see where I am
silent me
invisible me
please paint me yellow
let me have colour in your world
let me have colour
cover me in gossamer
and I will become
and my outline be defined
let me be real to your eyes
let our fingers intertwine
take me home
colour me yellow
show me I am true
and I am yours
If you're ever on the riverside
where the sun beats your head
you would see the old man
selling hats of palm leaf
but you care not to notice him
having already smelled the sea
and too keen to cross the river
travel southward on the island
till the saline wind scalds your eyes
your skins itch to jump into the waves
yet the man with the palm leaf hats
would not cease to tell you
how burning would be the sun on the sands
and so badly you need to protect the head
by parting bucks that mean nothing to you
but a world to the mouths he feeds
and before you stamp on him a final no
she has one atop her hair
beneath which her eyes flutter like butterflies
her sun rouged cheeks untimely blush
and two born anew lovers
merrily head for the sea
having bought romance
for forty bucks.
 Apr 2016 Alin
Thomas P Owens Sr
How I arrived there
I'm not quite sure
through a rabbit hole
or through a door
was it a fraction of a second
or a thousand tears
a world that lives
within my fears?
what I saw with my mind's eye
were shades of me
against the sky
I traveled still through
realms of blue
I touched a dream I had of you

in a life that awaits
our souls would remain
together as lovers
we danced in the rain
I felt a hope I had never known
I saw a light that had never shone
and all the doubt and fear within
had vanished in the very thin
breath
before my death
 Apr 2016 Alin
Jeffrey Robin
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the simple boy //

The valley and the hills //



He sees the lonely girl

//

//               //

0---0

Does anybody know her name  ?

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The boat with the magic sails

Is in the harbor now

()

Sweet gentle boy

Upon the dream that rides the breezes

""

Sees the primal seed

He sits down and does await

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She'll come when she shall

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He sees the boat in the harbor

And waves

//

What bursts forth is a

Mighty Song



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