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Jaira Anicete Jul 2018
For once I dreamt:
You and I laughing
In the rain – wet.

When I look straight up
To your ocean eyes,
It was like a dice
Guessing what number
Will we ever compromise.

Until this very day came,
Started to realize
Things are exactly the same;

Starting from the raindrops
That commenced to collide
Into our skin,

To a hand
Trying to reach
Another one,

To a sober person
Seeking for one’s hug,

And up to time,
When I was straight up
Looking at you.
I sigh and asked myself,
“Is this Deja Vu?”.
Jaira Anicete Jul 2018
Heaven filled not only our eyes,
But also our hearts
With skies full of pink.
But what can I say?
She is pink skies herself;
Damp city with streets
Nothing but dashing cars,
Flashing street lights,
And occupied people.
Yet she is all I can see.
Jaira Anicete Jul 2018
Sometimes,
I wanna wake up
to a view –
Opening my eyes up
before you.
Mornings will be good indeed,
My sunshine.
Jaira Anicete Jul 2018
The way his hand
Met my arm as it landed –
Nuisance that I felt
As my skin became red.
And all of a sudden,
I didn’t knew him
For he became vituperative.
Jaira Anicete Jul 2018
For some
it is a canvas –
A daily painting
Of one’s life.

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