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Sanjali Nov 2020
At rest, at last
We pass along
A promise of old,

Quite like the ancient leaves entwined
We share star dust, a promise
To recognize.
Sanjali Nov 2020
These are lazy lazy days
My eyes are half asleep
I get up from the warm bed late
And go to nap on grass green.

Even if the sun is hot
I cannot be bothered to turn
Everything is comfortable
And I make most of this run.

These are lazy lazy days
So come and wake me up
We will eat fruits and sandwiches
And nap when we are done.

If the sun gets too warm
I'll roll you into the shade
And with everything comfy here
Kittens might come out to play/

These are lazy lazy days
But they make me happy
These are the days to roll around
And make sweet lazy memories.
Poem is from some years ago but I feel a strong comeback of the lazy days.
See the illustrated version on my deviantart : puffjelly
Instagram : pufflespower
Sanjali Oct 2020
Hate me cause I’m scared
Hate me, I’m unprepared
Hate me because my heart is heavy
It cares.

Hate me cause my eyes are red
Hate my circles bruised and wet
Hate me because I can’t scream and say
I’m depressed.

Hate me cause you can’t relate
Hate me, you’re scared to give me a break
Hate me because you never learned
I need help, not hate.
Sanjali Oct 2020
Donuts don’t make me happy
I don’t feel happy anyway
But there’s a taste I prefer
Bitter chocolate, dusted sugar
Together on a donut.
Sanjali Oct 2020
I care for you
Bring you some blankets
And we stay in the cocoon

I want to care for you
Warm towels on your head
And some pepper in your soup

I’m there for you
To snuggle or listen
On my lap there you’ll be too

I care for you
Hoping you sleep well
And feel better soon.
Sanjali Sep 2020
Life is
Cold water.
A little dip
Refreshes,
A little pull
In the current
Is drifting
Washed up on a distant shore
Lucky if you're breathing,
To know you have been cold.
Lucky
Sanjali Sep 2020
Whisper me the story
Of a man walking through woods
His bare feet on warm earth
And his ragged face in a hood.

Sing to me his thoughts
The life of his green eyes
The mirth of his fingers
And the peace in his smile.

Mumble to me the language
That he spoke to old trees
The sweet embraces he left
To fragrant petals in the breeze.

Tell me a story
Of the man of the woods
Who slept under starry nights
And woke up to the truth.
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