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 May 2020 Elisabeth Meyer
Vitæ
You
 May 2020 Elisabeth Meyer
Vitæ
You
You are not without flaws
and this makes me
like you even more.
I feel so much,
Say so little,
Why is my courage
Hiding under guilt

I want to shout
& cry & slam & curse
Instead, I shut my rage
Turn them into words
 May 2020 Elisabeth Meyer
manas
What colour is sky?
The sky is blue.
The colour of morning,
and its delightful hue.
Fantastic forests with delightful due-
add a jewel to this cronet of hue.

What colour is sky?
The sky is pink.
The colour of twilight,
and its alluring wink.
A tinge of joy hides in the skies-
like dreams living in a maiden's Eyes.


What colour is sky?
The sky is dark.
The colour of night,
and moon's cry of lark.
Here lurk secrets never said or told,
and persist emotions, eternally unconsoled.
What color is your sky......let me know
 May 2020 Elisabeth Meyer
cg
The Prodigy of Sensitivity (the hermit crab)
crawls through the sand
away from another lover--
Her wildness is not
To be tamed
Her beauty is not
To be framed

Her courage is not
To be questioned
Her suffering is not
to be mentioned

Her wisdom is not
To be undermined
Her power is not
To be denied

Her independence is not
to be compromised
Her fervent love is not
To be paralyzed

She is everything and
So much more...
She’s not hard to love
If you know how to adore
Those in sorrow say,
A broken heart cannot love anymore,
Yet here I am,
With a broken heart,
That still loves you everyday.
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