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  Aug 2017 Alice
Thalia
Here's to the writers—

You have the power to paint words
Into beautiful art—
To be able to touch a soul—
To touch one's heart

You can make the stormy sky blue—
Stop the waves from crashing to the shore
You can make all the withered flowers bloom—
Turn winter into summer, a glimpse of gold

You can make someone's dark day colorful—
Gather hope to put in between your words
Make them feel that they are understood—
That they aren't alone in this cruel world

You can mend someone's broken heart—
Put love in between your lines
Let them know that they are enough—
That being hurt is just a part of life

Yes—
We can make a whole new perspective—
We can create a world of our own
And no, we don't speak only for ourselves—
But also for all the lost souls

—Thalia Bautista; Just keep writing
For all the writers out there ❤️
  Aug 2017 Alice
Valerie dsouza
Sitting by the window side,
Was a poet starring at the sky.
He took his pen and began to write
About the universe and it's marvellous sight:
Decorated with myraid of stars,
That blaze, above the sky afar
Planets that move in circular orbits,
The bullseye of an astronomers target
The world's largest mesmerising masterpiece,
Giving everyone's eyes a wonderful feast
The northern lights for all to see,
Is the greatest show on earth for free
Days will come and months will go,
As a pendulum moves to and fro
How wonderful can the universe be,
Made just for you and me.
                          - Valerie Florina D'souza
Alice Aug 2017
'The sun loved
the moon so much
that he died
every night
to let her breathe.'

the beautiful forbidden lovers
never able to meet
to share warm kisses

but I remember the sneaky Moon
she sneaks out of her dark domain
I see her in bright daylight
swathed in the Sun's golden touch
opposite in the sky
they watch each other
with love so pure

although she is forbidden
in his bright domain
she is there
because she believes
that nothing is impossible

and the day comes
when they can meet
for but a few minutes
they embrace in fire
and we stare in wonder
as they meet
but then they must
drift apart
with broken hearts

she blows him kisses
whispers
'goodnight, my love'
as he sinks beneath the horizon
bursting into colors
and the Moon cries
and whispers
⠀⠀
'I love you.'❋
To: the long awaited Eclipse.

— The End —