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O, morning that brings thrill and peace
Will revive my physique at ease
My core ignited by the sun
A dream to see her having fun

Down the road walking, wondering
There she is playing and singing
O, this sweet black haired creature
Undisturbed, an angel so pure

Wish she could turn around and look
I'll do whatever to show-off
She stand up and our sense connected
My soul exploded unprotected


Instantly I ignore her eyes
And gaze the lovely butterflies
I drain myself to capture one
To present to her but she's gone

She's walking toward her big house
I ‘am down cause she never look back
She paused outside and throws something
I dash to fetch the lovely thing

Innocently laid on the ground
A beautiful floret, I'm bound
To pick and lay it near my heart
And I walk a beautiful start..
Balloons and Flower continues...
 Oct 2015 Michelle Fotopoulos
Ren
I swim in the strangest of pools
Of down weighted accounts
Never in company with the man of slumber
In darkness of mind I wish to be taken
To soon forgotten dreams and fitful terrors
The whispered thought and whimpers come
Wrapped in silence unrested bones lay waking
To swim in the strangest of pools
Never in company with the man of slumber
Dear you.
I will not give your name any power
by repeating it.
You are just you
and nothing more.
I honestly feel bad for you,
you must be suffering
to steal a girl's innocence
for your own sick pleasure.
Dear you,
I will overcome you.
Within the silvery filaments are the elevators of the stars, becoming light to travel seems so avant-garde.  

Tethers so distance we cannot fathom the array, magnetic disturbances that resist the ravages of decay.

Portals trapped in dark matter holding keys to sapphire sunsets and triple moon rises, to stand on far gone lands mesmerized by unknown horizons.

Simply lost inside a mindscape that unfolds into forever, keep those blissful visions that cage emotions that we treasure.

So as I look at stars with hope of infinite wonder, I step into a dream of lifetimes without number.
What you were at first
Was a beautiful red rose
A breath of fresh air

What you then became
Was a vengeful pointed thorn
Quick to ***** my hand

Tearing me open
Drawing blood as red as you
Just to heal your wounds

You apologized
But I don't trust you at all
Who knows what were lies

So the lesson learned
Is beautiful red roses
All still have their thorns
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