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Mythical creature
Feather on fire
Half-bird, half-women
Born is desire

Fireworks of feelings
Awe and thrill
Heartbeat stopping wonder
Love and fear

Watching from distance
you can admire
How it flies closer
And then again higher

Don't try to catch it
Lock it in a cage
It will break free
Or else it will rage
After the storm pass
She will just smolder
Suffer in silence
Tired and older

If her fire is what you want to keep
Show her your love
True and deep
Tell her she can always fly
Just on her own
In the sky
That you will wait for her
Guarding her nest
Being the earth for her
When she needs rest

7.7.2019 Prague

Like the rose was our love,
watered with the best of selves,
soaked in the light of our presence;
flourishing and blooming.
But now memories are crumbling
and our love is withering and fading.
A dead rose is the only remainder
from a life of beauty and admiration.
Now we love in the shadows
and stolen whispers
of the weak and brittle petals

All at once she felt too much
her heart shut down
to human touch.
She felt she might drown.

Wrestling with her emotions
pushing them down.
Down deep trying to hide
She became numb inside.

Despite her loss,
life went on,
numbness remained
but she grew strong

Successful and admired
her strength inspired
other women to rise
and capture their prize

I pray God will it,
that she live life and really feel it.
Feel the sadness, the hurt the pain
and make her realize there is much to gain.

By feeling and acknowledging it all
her big heart beats strong
and all her numbness falls.
Now she is really livin’ it all.

You, yes you..
I wanna share a secret with you,

     YOU ARE VERY BEAUTIFUL.

A maiden from the seas
Heart as gentle as the breeze
The waves are as beautiful as she
Her voice is as lovely as the sea
She is talented as she is polite
I can't get her off my sight
I always have her in my mind
Trust me, she isn't blind
She can see it clearly
I cherish her more than I should be
We see things differently
But I hope someday
That she'll never go at bay
And choose to stay
Walk beside me all the way.

glasses raised high upon your dream
that clashes and clink between nightmares and pretty things

you’re afraid of the noises that they make
so you shut the door, and leave them in the hallway
birds chirping and voice echoing your head

choirs singing songs you don’t admire anymore
rhythm that fades as you steady your step

‘this is what you have to do’
you knitted your fingers as they tangled your hair
very cautious as you held someone else’s hand

once more you tell yourself
‘this is what I have to do’
I have to let go of my perched
that bleeds cosmos when it’s midnight
and the mess of outlining colour when the day meets the end

I have to let go of my old self
and the ones I desperately wished to come back
I have to let go of my worry
and self consciousness when it comes to a hopeless story

I have to let him go.

Looking in the eyes of Rumi
in the eyes of Shakespeare,
can we see their great poetry
that today like yesterday everywhere
the world has seen and admire?
Yet see the magic they pen on the paper!