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  Oct 2015 Laurent
Traveler
A failure to observe
So quickly to judge...
A failure to integrate
The ways of true love...
A failure to embrace
A true nature inside...

These are the commonalities
Of the unspoken white lie...
Traveler Tim
re to 10-17
Laurent Oct 2015
J’ai regardé devant moi
Dans la foule je t’ai vue
Parmi les blés je t’ai vue
Sous un arbre je t’ai vue
Au bout de tous mes voyages
Au fond de tous mes tourments
Au tournant de tous les rires
Sortant de l’eau et du feu
L’été l’hiver je t’ai vue
Dans ma maison je t’ai vue
Entre mes bras je t’ai vue
Dans mes rêves je t’ai vue
Je ne te quitterai plus.

In English :

I looked in front of me
In the crowd I saw you
Among the wheat I saw you
Beneath a tree I saw you
At the end of my journeys
In the depths of my torment
At the corner of every smile
Emerging from water and fire
Summer and winter I saw you
All through my house I saw you
In my arms I saw you
In my dreams I saw you
I will never leave you.
Paul Éluard born Eugène Émile Paul Grindel 
(14 December 1895 – 26 November 1952), was a French poet who was one of the founders of the surrealist movement.
  Oct 2015 Laurent
K Balachandran
The trees in the valley far down remains to the viewer's eyes green,
she came back cleaving the hills of dead leaves, blocking the way
her songs vibrant,indeed like it was in a  time long past,hard to forget,

One is in for wonders if the time travel is done mindful,dispassionate,
life is a garden full of strange flowers, bloomed at various times ,
standing still, magically fresh, all along ready to be plucked at  will,

But one easily falls to corruption, blinded are the eyes of the fallen,
this is a  game, playing the role alone matters,nothing else elevates,
don't forget, flowing with the current alone ,takes the drop to the ocean.

She came back, I suppose to complete the circle of illusion,we are in
nevertheless the imaginary places she scented,still cause me an elation.
Life , love,   what are you?...if ever it is possible to come in to terms with the mysteries you offer...I wonder..yet I am thankful for the fragrance,
the essence ...
  Oct 2015 Laurent
raine cooper
some doors shouldn't be opened, but humans have such a violent need to be loved,
so we break the locks and let the demons in
©rainecooper
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