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Fog
Foggy aftermath
Looking back
Life jet black

Frozen lake
Tiptoeing must suffice
Never break the ice

Birthday candles
Blown out
Without a wish

Get this
Playing all alone
No one says come home

Dancing maze
What did they do?
Trees block the view

Creating shade
The mind is so kind
After all, Who's harmed by what they can't find?
 Jun 2016 Ayu Prameswari
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A man who cannot dream
is a man without a woman,
like someone thinking of a tractor,
the loss of a limb, the bequest
of a brass bed, a rundown plantation,
a large white house with a black
dinner bell but no supper,
a wayfarer going nowhere,
a vanished explorer
sometimes lost in his own room.
 Jun 2016 Ayu Prameswari
Sandoval
You are as deep as i am in the universe, for the constellations in your eyes know no boundaries. Your soul which moves your hands and squints your eyes, was made up of fallen stars and  burnt out suns. Your mind which no other will ever fathom, is connected to mine through silent words, and screaming galaxies.
*-Sandoval
Our love
is the light of
limitless-nothingness.
And
that's the eternal truth
my love.

© Kishamore
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