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 May 2016 Marithe Munoz
Onoma
Why does Truth
always reveal itself...
because it remains
present to the
last layer.
Empty words
Simply have no weight
They do not say how we feel
Make things clear before it is too late
Moments will come and go
Life will simply pass you by
Take the time to show that you care
That is no jive
 May 2016 Marithe Munoz
MS Lim
Maples in red and deep yellow
It's end of Australian autumn
Birds fly to warmer skies
Nights are sombre and solemn.

I look through the window
Waiting for your quick return--all I hear
Is but the faint rustling of leaves
And the wailing of the wind--where are you, my sweetest dear?
* inspired by Maple, a fellow-writer in HP
what you're capable
of saying;

It is
what I'm capable
of believing.

(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)
me.
(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)
something;
everyone’s seeking something.

*
Ready or not, hiding or not,
someone will always,
ALWAYS*,
come
seeking.

 May 2016 Marithe Munoz
MS Lim
We were
once upon a time--remember?
but no more
now is our time--forever

all because
tears we shed together
broken hearts once healed
re-love with the most resplendent grandeur.
As the moon hides itself in a black cloud, a suffering soul is screaming out loud.

Death of night oh, death of night
take me with you, let wrong be right.

Bring me pain, almighty pain
and let me never be the same.
A PERSON CHANGED BY PAIN... IN A GOOD WAY? I THINK
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