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Rebecca 1d
Petals in the breeze,
Whispers of colors dance bright,
Nature's soft embrace.
wrote this while I was at a park
The sun's burning bright
The flowers are at the peak of their life
The critters dance and sing in time
The young spend their days in flight
mav 5d
burning light, it shades
effortlessly protects me
stay for a moment
Yuzuko Jul 22
My eyes point above
the sky is filled with love
the star blaze so bright
My gaze held to the sight

Looking at the covered sky
watching stars as they fly
swirling mix of purple and blue
creates a fantastic veiw

Wonder roams in the air
and a halt to the warfare
the heart began to expand
as I reach for this dreamland

Starlight lights the trail
to this fairy tale
This distanced land of art
that's drawn close to my heart.

soon the pastel stained sky went away
clouds turned pink as night becomes day
but I'll never forget the night of stars
looking out at the oceans sand bar
I love ethe night sky and all the stars!!!
We die a little bit
Each day and each night
As we live every minute
Gleeful or glum under the light.

We die in our sleep
And rise again if we’re lucky
And blessed. This is deep
Few people are truly canny or savvy.

Believe not in all the glitters
When it’s time to go or to depart
Gravity behaves like deadly creatures.

We die every day and every night
A little mum or sharp under the weight
As darkness exists deep in the heart.

Copyright © July 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
I wouldn't exchange a single moment or alter a second in the challenging universe of existence, for in surviving all those hard times, I discovered how to truly appreciate life.
Some of the happiest among us have braved the darkest nights, but darling, we know how to live; our scars shine oh so bright..

-Rhia Clay
To start living,
you have to shake off the dust of yesterday
and refuse to let it define you.
We are not our failures, we are not our mistakes.
We are not our incomplete sentences or lost words.
We are our future,
shining bright.

-Rhia Clay
My mind is covered in scar tissue from too many years of pain, with wounds that keep reopening as the world shakes me and pulls at my hair.
Still, I look up and see beauty.
In the early morning, the light radiated with such brilliance that I felt certain I could glimpse heaven.
All I could do was absorb the moment and give thanks.
I’d endure 80 dark nights for a morning so bright.

-Rhia Clay
Yashkrit Ray Jun 13
A bright beam of light
It fell right into my eyes
Now searching that light
The opportunity that once stood infront of ourselves is now gone.
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