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A pocket full
of sunshine
to share some pure delight,

A pocket full
of shiny stars
to save for a really dark night.

A pocket full
of fairy dust
to sprinkle on the needy,

A pocket full
of dragon's breath
to fire at the greedy.

A pocket full
of raindrops
to wash away any impurities,

A pocket full
of umbrellas
to protect you from your insecurities.

A pocket full
of rainbows
to brighten up your skies,

A pocket full
of moonlight
to reflect the magic in your eyes.

By Lady R.F ©2016
Repost
 Oct 2016 Bhakti Lata
Doug Potter
Son, you were feral to remain within your sac;
the doctor slit your mother’s perineum
and you gasp breath.                                                          ­    

My  secret to you on that  day is the same
as I whisper today;  be the rare
pearl but do not

couple yourself to a strand, I did not raise
you to be like me,
not one bit.
The feeling was the start of it all
When you would walk right by me  
I could hear you pleading
Through your energy
I could hear the whisper in your voice
Saying that you love me
I could feel you'll never let go
Especially when you hug me
I can tell how honest you are
Right through those eyes
I can see your flaws
Under your disguise
I can hear all your dreams
When you peacefully sleep
I can tell you now
You are one to keep
I can vision our future
Your heart along with mine
I would walk miles
Through distance and time
I will love you endlessly
As I've never loved before
Because my real love wasn't alive
Until it felt yours.
 Oct 2016 Bhakti Lata
Bhakti Lata
Holding on to things that
at the end of the day
are sure to be left behind

Laboring away precious time
for lots of money, to pay
for escaping the grind

Wanting and seeking love
yet giving some, never
crossing the mind

Worshipping the mortal
external while to the internal
eternal beauty remaining blind

Always restless and searching
not knowing what is it
that we are looking to find

Staying trapped in such ironies
we think we are free, our world
is surely a mad house of a kind!
No one needs me and I'm fine with it
I am odd and ain't simple. So deal with it
I've given up hoping that someone will come
That's how a loner one has become
Freedom is something I love most
And I shall keep it whatever the cost
Alive thanks to the dreams
not in despair, through that's how it seems
I love being different and this is my creed
'Cause being normal is boring indeed
Please tell in the comments how is it
Didn't see it coming,

Struck down to the floor,

But in life you keep on going,

And coming back for more.
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