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Come ye ruthless winds
Carry me atop your sleeve
Serenade me
Let me

Kiss the yellow daisies in the field
And see them flail in bliss
While their sweet fragrance
Seeps in my breathe.

Possess the verdure and bamboo trees
Play with their mellow fronds
As they breathe upon the world
And give life to thee.

Roll with the clouds
In the glassy blue sky
Subtle and smooth
Pine in their grief
Until they burst upon my brow
Saccharine tears
Emboldened in seven colours askew
Making the sky a portrait
As i breathe in the rainbow
Gusts of freedom.

Fly upon the calm arcane ocean
Wondering the wonders of it's depth
It's never-ending soul
A heavenly parade
As i forgot the troubles of land
For a while.

O ye majestic winds
Steal me from my reality
Hark! Make me your reality
So i shall taste nature
the intoxicating
Soul of the
World.
It's been a while since i have written something. Thanks for reading.
 Jun 2017 catherine
Roisin
it wasn’t love
rather lust
a gentle hand
a breach of trust
a quickened breath
an easy lie
a dance with death
a hard goodbye.
 Jun 2017 catherine
The Wordsmith
She crept in through my window sill,
As fair as autumn moonlight, and as sleek as silver silk,
Her eyes they shone like summer rain,
And void they did, of all my pain,
The ruby of her lips, rivaled the roses of the morn,
And the beauty of her face, rivaled the coming of the dawn,
She crept in through my window sill, nothing she did take,
She crept in through my window sill, and my heart she did break.
bones of drought
rattle in the sky
the bones denote
a constant dry

no rains came to quench
they were absent
on the Kenyan mound
an arid woe
remaining around

the land morbidly dead
of life's elation
it vanished in the sun's
unrelenting evaporation

people starved by
unrealized crop
cattle thirsted for
a watering drop

and a parching  famine
dwells in Africa's well
the fountain of survival
a desperate hell

bones of drought
rattle on high
the rattle speaks
of an empty sky
aid agencies implore
the world to give
so that fellow humans
can go onto live
A precious, single wildflower
All alone in a field
Of plush-green,

Ineludible beauty,
She stands-out in this meadow,
More beautiful than anything
My naked eyes
Have ever seen.

Alone, she stands tall,
Drawn to the sunlight,
Her beauty radiant
Like the sun,

As the sun sets,
On the plush-green blanket,
Gently she rests her fragile head;
Her moonlight dreams
Have now begun.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017
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