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I met you in a fall
By a huge wall, painted like a Chinese dragon
I felt the spark instantly.

It was a beautiful fall,
I fell for it all over again!
Pretty colors painted by trees,
thinking it was just for us.
Yellow orange and red,
the colors of friendship and love.

But the leaves started falling slowly, and
the truth of rejection crept in me swiftly.
Leaves on the ground, so bright and beautiful,
shattered like my colorful dreams.
The branches were naked, so as my soul.
It’s fall again - for the trees and for me
After you killed me back in the dirt
Got revived, Strung out, all split apart
Shipped aboard and slung into space
Sure it wasn't the plan but in any case
You'll never be far from my heart

And though this new voyage
Is further than the last
I've gone out and come home before
Though space it changes
As each moments past
It seems now theres less to explore

So there I sit
in my captains chair
My body a vessel so sound
What waits in space
An illustrious race
To search out some new solid ground

But out i must go
For to sit all alone
Can drive a certain kind of man mad
Its true I'm doomed
to be always that kind
But I guess I'm also quite glad

Though to search umungst
dead ends unending
May be a life long chore
Romance is a dance
And I'll be moving my feet
In faith there's still something more

From far you gaze out the backwood haze
A gohst not to be named
But I'll fondly recall
That first love of mine
That taught my heart how to fall
An attempt at a structured poem.  lol.
 Aug 2016 Bhakti Lata
Silverflame
When my finger met the paper, in a brief love affair, it took my blood as a trophy.
Then the red droplets created a beautiful mess as it sank into the dead white wood.
It stung badly, and it continued to hurt as I went on a mission to find a bandage that
could keep the crimson art inside of me, instead of spilling it everywhere.
When I wiped the excess blood away I saw nothing, yet I was still in pain.
But what hurts the most right now is my heart, because just like I couldn’t
see the papercut, you can’t see my broken heart either, and it is bleeding heavily.
Because of you.
And I can’t seem to find a bandage big enough to heal the
hole you left in my dying heart.
I am so happy that my poem was selected as a daily. That is so unbelievable on so many levels. Thank you so very much to all of your comments, likes and reposts. It means the world to me! :)
 Aug 2016 Bhakti Lata
mc gurley
how ignorant of you
to suggest that only
seven wonders
exist in this world;
for you yourself are a wonder.
you are a wondrous mystery
full of depth and light.
so dont you dare,
don't you dare limit the world
and don't you dare limit
your wonderful self

— The End —