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 Jun 2017 Lucrezia M N
Born
1.13am
 Jun 2017 Lucrezia M N
Born
I've never actually been in a club

This is my first experience, and I believe the noise is too much for anyone who wants to keep their sanity intact
Where is the fun in loosing your eardrums?

Please someone enlighten
Her aura was magical,
Layers of bright colours -
A mirror-image of a beautiful rainbow,

She was the smile on a morbid day,
A breath of fresh open air,
She was the high
After feeling low.

She was a warm embrace
After a long lonely day,
A reassuring word,
A hand to hold,

She took you into her heart,
She brought you out of the cold.

She made your heart smile,

Even if only for a short while,


She was contagious,
She was sincere,

She made you happy
Whenever she was near.

She knew who you were,
She extracted your good intentions without you needing to speak
A single word,

She made you feel like you knew her,
All of your natural life,
She never made you feel unheard.

She was a one-of-a-kind, kind of lady,

She encapsulated a heart
That was transparent,
Nothing about her was at all shady.

Her eyes told an intriguing story,
Never-ending in depth and mystery,

She made you want to know
All about her--her complete
Life-long history.

She never pretended to be anything,
But her true self,

Her richness was made up of
Her kindness, and her warm
Loving heart;
This was her grand wealth.

She was a one-of-a-kind, kind of lady,

She encapsulated a heart
That was transparent,
Nothing about her was at all shady.

She made you feel blessed
To have known her - lucky indeed!

She was a rare wild flower;
Overlooked by some,
Unfortunate, for them,
That those few, saw only a ****.

It was sadly their loss,

Someone like her, again,
They would never, ever
Come across!

By Lady R.F. (C)2017
The difference
between
failure
and
success
is
perseverance
 Jun 2017 Lucrezia M N
wordvango
I think in all honesty how it might be a shame to
not share my all with several women
not being conceited at all
I feel like if I cut them off
they might be alone
I know they just like me
has several bo's  an account
on over  the hill date me site
but none as honest as critical
as me in my several names and incantations
or politically correct  or
as strident in romance
or may I brag one time
without you laughing
as gorgeous
The night soaks itself
along the shore of the river
and in ******'s *******
the branches die of love.

The branches die of love..

Naked the night sings
above the bridges of March.
****** bathes her body
with salt water and roses.

The branches die of love.

The night of anise and silver
shines over the rooftops.
Silver of sreams and mirrors
Anise of your white thighs.

The branches die of love.
~~~=<♡>=~~~

In the morning of a
Breezey mauve-pink air
in the peace in a time of silent prayer
in the breath of a
newborn child's sleep
there are memories
we will always keep

when a mother first holds her child
in the strength of a mustang
running wild
in the hush of an ocean's
silent depths
there are memories
We will never forget

eagles fly
and soar on lofty wings
infants cry when their
time of life begins
seedlings grow
from the fall of gentle rains
these are things we know
but can we fully explain?

in the rise of a harvest moon
in the scent of a rose
in fullest bloom
in the grace of a
dancer's swirling form
then our senses make us
glad we're born

in the flames of the setting sun
in softness of night that's
just begun
in the lights of the pinpricked sky
there are times we pause
to think and ponder why?

breezes blow
and yet are never seen
there's a mind
that can only think a dream
can you touch the light
of falling stars
these are things we know
but can we prove they are?

in the roar of a breaking wave
we are kept from the
cradle to the grave
we may know
in our last and final hour
a loving and

ALMIGHTY POWER


soulsurvivor
4/21/2009


~~~=<♡>=~~~
a song

~~~=<♡>=~~~
How many masks do I have in my collection
until someone realises something is off?

How long does the party go on until
everyone goes home, strips off
and sees that not everything is
as lovely, as majestic as how
the lights, decorations and music
made it out to be?

How many more superhero costumes
are made until they save me, from me?

-m.b
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