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I have always been told that good people always win,
but reality is painting an imagine which speaks the opposite.
The same way that people believe that all their beliefs will get them through pain,
The same way, but different beliefs gets them to the same page again.
why is it that all good comes to an end and evil continues to rise.
And why is it that we can't sympathise with the realisation?
Every day is a chance to help fight the battle between evil and good, but were do we as people stand?  
If earth is just a battlefield
where is our homeland ?
  Oct 2016 Rachna Beegun
Mike Adam
Only the moon
Defines our day
With orbit

Only sunshine
Allows our life

Only our ***
Creates our people

Only your love
Made me whole

Now moon drifts away
3.87 centimetres
Each year

The night shall stretch
And die

You left
All at once

Only I cry
I cry
I cry
  Oct 2016 Rachna Beegun
Denel Kessler
you will go your way
despite my protests
no use lamenting
what was never promised
the sun rides low the horizon
soon it will not clear the treetops
storms gather in the northern sea
needled wind to scattered seed
hoary frost on yellowed grass
dark leaves in mirrored puddles
a suspended death
crystalline and indeterminate
there is no fire hot enough
to stave off the first chill
of a careless winter
the numb hibernating sleep
soft gray melting days
the desperate wish
to regain summer
Hello my poet friends!  What a lovely surprise to wake up to this blustery morning.  Thank you for sticking with me through a crazy summer of sporadic posts - you are all wonderful.  Much love!
: )
  Oct 2016 Rachna Beegun
Stranger Blue
To taste the bittersweet nectar of thy lunar lips.
Lie me hope, sing to me the song of the helix.
Proffer me the chance to breach thy bastion,
encompass thee in my love and compassion.
Sanction me to be that one whispering love stories
in thine ear while bathing in the Aurora Borealis
dazzling and clear.
You and I, a rickety tent and a love nothing less of
heaven sent.
In mine heart thou shalt forever remain.
My panzer maid grant me...the fall of rain.
  Oct 2016 Rachna Beegun
Cassie Mae
It's not fair
that you get to go on
enjoying the sun
when you took mine
right from my sky

It's not fair
that you get to go on
smile on your face
when you took mine
right from my mouth

It's not fair
that you get to go on
on the receiving end of love
when you took mine
right from my heart

It's not fair
that you can break a girl

break her smile

break her heart

and go on like you did nothing wrong
Cassie Mae Writings (c) 2016
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