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 Nov 2020 jordan
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I will like you

on your dark gloomy days,

when there'll be none

I will stay.

I will cherish

All your rusty broken parts,

which they'll try to fix

as if Kintsugi Art.

I will accept you

just the way you are,

from your tears to your fears

I will caress all your scars.

I will see you

even if the world turns blind,

lost in your head

I will help you find.

I will breathe

life into your dead eyes,

giving you my light

I will fall for you to rise.


You wonder why

will I

go through

all these things for you?

Well,

because I love you,

in all your dull-bright hues.
Life
Every day
Today
I am, tomorrow a memory
Maybe
Lived and loved
Yesterday
Year and years
Gone
Missed
Never  
Would it be

Wishes and wishing
Lesser Tests
True the trials
Taken
Not mistaken
Mistakes
Found
Anew wisdom
Frozen

Life
Groom
Learn and learned
What it is to turn
A page
A new leaf
Green
Lessons to lessen
Grey and ground
Brown abound
Dust
Cherry blossoms bloom
On the magnificent trees
Bend over the pink picket fence

Reflection of the sun
In the glassy forest lake
Glints with a silver sheen

The sun is hazy, and the sky sometimes
Turns to a shade of cherry pink
A lovely cheer it brings

Misty roads, lead to old town stores
Prepping up indoors
for the tourists soon at their door

Mid-November
Ushers in the festival
Cherry blossom pink
Inspired by a Facebook post
Cherry blossoms festival held in Shillong,, Meghalaya
In the month of November
 Nov 2020 jordan
Mary Anne Norton
Slowly I rocked
Without making a sound
   . ..Back and Forth
   .............Back and Forth
Thinking of
  ..TODAY
Thinking of
      TOMORROW
The rhythm has
Stopped
So have my
Thoughts

Blessings of words
Arrived in a parcel of dreams
Best dressed

Fearlessly facing fears
Riveting heights
Rungs of the ladder, uneven
Ancient lamp lit, climb through the dark

Rivers and sky
A world in between
Swimming, hoping to fly
Beyond the crest

Reaping not rusting
Into the last harvest
Forever foraging, the wild within
Wilderness alive

Gratitude laden fragrance
Never ever to bottle the essence
In the world of words
Living wild and free



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