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The most meaningful flower
      I ever received was from
   a blind homeless fella who said
             it matched my essence
true story, he was a Vietnam vet down on his luck but his spirit never wavered,  i used to bring him coffee-and whenever i could - he disappeared one day, i never did find out what happened to him. this one's for you JC.
 Jul 2015 Micah Rion
Sourodeep
Sometimes balancing on a rope
            is easier than being alive
Life is just a circus with so many acts, you need to learn the skill and perform them taking risks.`
 Jul 2015 Micah Rion
Raghu Menon
Patiently he untangles the net
Standing calmly
Brazing the breeze
On the dancing boat
With an oar on its side
Which is cooled by the
Waters of the river..

The sun will set in an hour or so
And he has to finish his catch
Before the dusk
And back to his hut
Where his wife will
Waiting eagerly
To make the dinner
With the fresh catch

Another day
Another catch
The river but
Remains the same
Greeting the fishermen
Who roam the river
With their boats
http://tprmenon.blogspot.in/2015/07/the-fisherman-and-his-boat.html
Traces of the sun
were left on the bridge of her nose,
as her freckles shimmered in the moonlight
Something about anger,
tears apart my soul.
Progressively tightens my chest,
how can people be so cold?

Feel my lungs collapse,
under the weight of the hate.
Takes my heart and chains it down,
and these chains, I can't break.

Something about anger,
how it eats at my soul.
Turns bones into ashes,
turns the heart black as coal.

How I pity the man,
who turns love into hate.
He surrenders to evil,
his soul to take.

Something about anger,
makes me love even more.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
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