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  Oct 2020 Erik Luo
Veritia Venandi
Once upon an asphalt road, under a starry sky and in the midst of a desert...

I was walking towards infinity...

And then as if from another dimension,
A stranger appeared on a familiar bicycle
With a face veiled like the darkness of the night...
And began to accompany my wandering soul...

We talked of all things that the heavens would permit,
And in a way that our sounds would forever leave behind their stains in the fabric of time...

He was neither a friend nor a foe, neither a kin nor a lover...

He was just  like what a page is for a poet, or a guitar for a musician...

A vessel for the unknown that I was to experience...

Once down the asphalt road under a starry sky...

On my journey towards the infinity...

I was glad atleast my heart was

That I had a stranger for company!
This poem is about a dream I saw...few months ago. And it was pretty weird. How our mind craves for somebody to understand us that sometimes even strangers seem to be enough!
Anyways, Thank you for reading this! :)❤
  Oct 2020 Erik Luo
Imran Islam
My sun has set down
Your sun has risen up
My eyes have lost the dawn
and you're happy to break up!

My sun couldn't shine your moon
Your sun makes everything smile,
Yet my tears have made a lagoon
and it will be an ocean in a while!

Suddenly my sky became dark
Your sky is full of bright stars
My love turned into a lark
and I cannot hide its scars!

Now you are a free bird in the sky
I'm a lonely bird on broken wings
No blame, you can go, you can fly
I'll always find your love in the winds!
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Erik Luo Oct 2020
I dreamed
of that night
Pitch-black
without light

So I carried
the pain
and became
the stars
  Oct 2020 Erik Luo
Lida Dela
Hold me close,
as the moon holds the sun,
In the sacred circle of love,
Where there exists
no beginning
or end,
Just,
Us.
-L.D.
Somewhere between night and day,
she wiggled from side to side
then pushed and stretched
until each petal was opened wide.

Painted in beauty
she's a symbol of grace
gently swaying in the breeze
planted firmly in one place.

Waiting....
              waiting
to be plucked
               and caressed
full filling
               her passions need
                         waiting…  
                                     waiting
                      in beauty's pose
with ancient secrets of old
       blinded by her sight

she is....

The Fire and Ice, Wild Rose
~
Love, Sorrow, Joy, Pain, Beauty, Loss, Peace, Hatred, Hope…
All a part of life’s grand design, and if you have felt them,
then you have lived life.

When there is one, there is always the other,
always a balance so to speak.

But what if, what if there was more,
love, joy, beauty, peace, hope…

I dream of that, although it is just a dream.
I still dream of it!
Deep in thoughts...
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