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In the darkest hour of the night
I woke up to the strange noises

Just to see you besides my side.
So glowed your beautiful face

Asleep you were but
Your soul was awake.  

The calling was too great to be ignored.

Communicated with it completely
Until we  felt absolutely not lonely.  

The Soul was now finally satisfied.
And her  beauty got personified.

I then woke up to the strange noise again.
To find out that I was alone in my
Domain.
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the moon is lonely in the starry night
the sun is lonely amongst the cloud
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the teardrop is lonely in the waves of sea
the heart is lonely in the countless crowd
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the union is lonely while met so many
in the caravan too the loneliness found
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wrote many pages yet lonely is one word
lonely is the matter, the night, things around
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For Kim johanna Baker... translated my last poem
He who sows seeds of hate
Shalt reap fruits of Hell's eternal fate.

But, he who sows seeds of love
Shalt reap fruits of heaven's joy above.


©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros
Jumeirah, Dubai. 20th.Feb.2018.

*Now a question doth spiral thy way: what kind of seeds are ye sowing?
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