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  Sep 2014 Paul Butters
echo
Once upon a time
   she had a secret
Once within her heart
   she swore she'd keep it

Once upon her time
just   o ne
          n ight
           c hanged
            e verything

This is the danger of love
   the catch of her beauty -
That secrets disappear
   when people see them

    and
       *Once before her time
                         he knew her secret.
for a dear friend
  Sep 2014 Paul Butters
echo
the encouragement you need I cannot give you
let's take blurred lines as warning signs
that our boundaries are breaking
this wine glass is precarious
See - I'm on the edge.
Before I spill
my mind
go &
g
a
t
h
e
r
the glass
- just don't get wet -
cryptic and whatever. sorta means something. interpret it how you will.
"you can't be a little bit wet. either you are or you aren't."
- that's what my mum always said.


Waves are pushing the shore
Continents are drifting from the top of the core
On the other hand existence is grounding more
Who made this life and torn?
How did the beauty born?
And who left this earth alone?
  Who lost the time in a cyclone blown?
I am standing far from the any
And the waves are making the sounds of penny!
I see the wee time folds within the ripples of many -

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@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Everything is going to be crunched and making new existence in course of time and we are always try to make our existence but never thought about who are fate less and deprived ......
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Falling, easing, pinging over the night
the rain’s shadow,
throughout the horizon
running between she and me

The leaf has reflected the inclined light
dropping her tears from the flight
nobody has meant it to care,
though I am in fear

The gleaming days have gone
I have made my passion too done
but she may be quite undone
and the fire of spring has made me to burn


Falling, easing, pinging over the night
the rain’s shadow,
no more turns can’t green her meadow
As if the pale sky kisses to sorrow  

The rains shadow,
throughout the horizon
running between she and me
falling, easing, pinging over the night


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**@Musfiq us shaleheen
Falling, easing, pinging over the night
the rain’s shadow,
throughout the horizon
running between she and me
yet again the sound
of guns fire
they fire in fits of ire
the guns aren't silenced  
of their tragic sound
the guns issue
volley on volley of rounds
we hear them from afar
we hear them at close range
they're firing across
the Ukraine
they're firing in Iraq
yet again
the guns shall keep firing
to the regret of us all
the guns seemingly
can't be forestalled

an amnesia
has taken over the brains
of the firing men
when will they from
the gun abstain
in the beauty of the bush
one's mind is at ease
in the rustle of the trees

the air takes one to a lovely space
where all one's hassles
are more rightfully placed

the waters of the creek
soothe one's feet and soul
as it contentedly babbles and rolls

the finches, koels and corellas
renew one's heart
with the songs they impart

one feels utterly at peace
in the beauty of the bush
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