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I’m getting old
it limits my pleasures…
I still feel young
behind these eyes…

I like to hike
out into nature…
I can climb
these hills for miles…

I’m getting old
beyond good measure
but I’m still young
behind these eyes!
Traveler 🧳 Tim
 Jan 2022 Sukanya Sinha Roy
lua
what once was
warm and close
like a kind flame dancing in the night
the heat of warm hands and
sunlight kissing the trees
now brews contempt
in murky waters
stirring, sloshing with the sliminess of greed.
I
hear
demons calling
cryptic rhymes in
voodoo chimes
  flesh eating foe
free
f
a
ll
i
n
g
.
Ergo
♀♂
.
Sit
Quiet is the cranium
experiencing
quaint quarters.
Room becomes a mellow
un-dramatic Marshmello,
and for the moment,
there is nothing to
be afraid of.


Sara Fielder © Jan 2022
The fabric of everything is made of beauty
expanding in the aesthetics of love!
So..
Give the whole world a hug!
 Jan 2022 Sukanya Sinha Roy
nivek
Spiral offspring
dust mites and clod of earth
star gazers moon craters
carrying truth and lies in our hearts.
And someday
You’ll know
That you never knew

And someday
You will do
That you never did

And someday
You will say
That you never said before

And someday you have
To let it all go
That you always held close

And someday
You have to leave for forever
But today, you live, as you should

And someday
Someone will believe
As you did
And someday
Bad gateway
Will vanish
As it should
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