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To take a breath of air filling your lungs could be compared with opening your eyes and realize they can see the beauty of today, yet another day.
To breathe the sunrise, to exhale the day, to inhale the sunset, to feel the warmth of another set of hours just gone by.
To breathe the smell of fresh rain today or the smell of fresh herbs in a garden-way could be compared with a heart filled with love and faith. For nothing else can prepare a heart as much as a breath of life taken to lighten your day, today, everyday. 2016
Tis past midnight and all alone
Where's comradeship and love??
A world that's gone to sleep
Has no room for a lonely soul
The sounds of snores around
But none , to ease your qualms.

Laugh and the world laughs with you
Cry and you cry all alone
what you lost none other has
What you missed,has none other
Your pains are yours alone
Your gains many to share
Your sorrows you alone to bear


No shoulder to call your own
Laughing faces many all day
But none the kinship of pain
All with you when smiles abound
None when heartaches sear
Laugh and the world laughs with you
Cry and you cry all alone.

Once they laughed with you
Now sleeping still and sound
Their means to life, have found.
But you all lost and stiff
Oh Chardonnay and spice
My comrades for life
My pains you understand

Love is a cheat untrue
There's nothing more uncouth
It's just a word for fools
No grain of truth no proof
None cares no one tears.

None's there's a waiting for you
No supper warm, no hearth
All alone you are, you are
Come home to me myself

You thought love's a great word
But living is only by bread
Love fills not the stomach
What fills does matter, nothing else!!

Don't laugh don't cry just live
She was not not yours, not yours never!
Naught can change the course, survival
Bread and water, no butter no jam.

Laugh and the world laughs with you
Cry and you cry as you do!!
Tis past midnight and you all alone
That's your life and you live it as you do.
He stretched his alienated existence
Under the embellished blanket of a calm night
But sleep rejected to embrace his weariness,
Instead handed him over
To the Imperial clutches of insomnia
And his frustrated gazes wandered
To chat with the desolations of night.
Nothing in the night was appealing
Apart from the elegance of bright moon
Shining, miles away like a new hope
On the horizon of his melancholy.
He secretly whispered to her
The reasons of his despondency
And like every other beautiful creature
The callous moon denied him sanctuary
And responded by hiding herself
Beneath the the layer of ominous clouds.

© Badee Uz Zaman
 Dec 2016 Mishael Ward
Adasyev
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 Dec 2016 Mishael Ward
Adasyev
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Až se tu noc začne krátit
a živí budou přibývat
necháme doma, co nejde vrátit
a půjdem se v noci milovat.

Dech z ledu a kamenů
s morénou probdělých snů
roztaje v plamenech
uvnitř Tvých rtů.
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