toska (n.)-
a dull ache of the soul,
a longing with nothing
to long for

In the coolness of the forest
On a bed of thick hunter green moss I knelt
And lifted my eyes up to the dark sapphire sky
And prayed that God would help my Mom
To understand that I would do anything
Just to get her darling fuzzy feline beauties
Back and safe home
In the coolness of the forest this prayer I prayed
Very fervently and sincerely
To God who made all things
And as the cool breeze blowed my brown hair
I felt His presence standing there
Right beside me on the carpet of thick moss
Where my heart bled and tossed
The trees nodded and swayed
In the coolness of the forest
And my sorrows gave way
To the tears hiding behind
My blue eyes and long
Thick black eyelashes
I got control of myself
And forced myself
Just to cry
One teardrop
For appearance sake
But inside I
Couldn't stop
My heart
From
Bleeding
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*~Marian~

The time when all the flowers ballet
And when the lotus waltzes across the river
And the moon looks down with his pleasant smile
And the Fairies sing their lullabies
To hush to sleep the whole wide world

*~Marian~

I shall try to catch up with people's
poetry and comments.

*~Marian~