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Ayesha Jun 2020
Summer days
Pass by
With the flow of time
Everything's changing
The air seems heavier
And fresher at the same time
The winds are calling out
Bringing the rain closer
A sad time for some
To stay locked up in
And freedom to others
To dance and sway
Under the gentle teardrops
Of the sky!
Zywa Jun 2020
An island, nothing

is said, here, time is strolling –


away from the trails.
"Schiermonnikoog" (2004, Fouad Laroui)

Collection "Stream"
Cutezeni Jun 2020
Today I wake up to feel
Today was two days ago
And two is still two days
Too more.

Two days feels like a blink of an eye ,
But when each eye blinks
Just once a while,
Two days feel here almost
Within reach of this slumber
This deep hunger
Grumbles for an end almost.

But time is relative
It isn’t anybody’s relative
It comes at your good day
And changes it to your worst day
Until all days feel like
A beautiful dance of different
Shades of gray.

Haze. There will always
Be this daze.
Some days it will just be dew
On your face ,
Rest days it’ll be the warm hues
That bake your face.

A little here, a little there,
These two days will show
All its grays
Until they’re out of grays.

That day, the third day
Will be the day of love and light
That is lit up into the night.
Unnatural colours so vast
And anew; so beautiful
Pretty, marvellous and cute.

Life is colourful in the way
It is supposed to be;
With ranges of feelings, believings,
Noise and calm.
No more shall we struggle and strife,
To find our balance in plight,
Third day we shall stand tall in our
Goddess given right.
For my beloved Z
Ming Jun 2020
A decent ring
A report
A non verbal plead
An innocent agreement
The silence of a connection
It is quiet
It is un loud
It is peaceful
It is calm
As with waves crashing upon the shore
The next day
It was still there
No declaration
Without expectations
The shore was once again met
With the force of its waves
The next day
No declaration
No expectations
You were there
I found Friendship
tia Jun 2020
these blushed florets
weave daydreams
and love poems;

but in truth,
these blossoms
can be anything
you want them to be;

the magic only appears
when the heavenly body
calls them out
to celebrate
joy, sorrow, and love.

it’s the beauty of reason
that we give them

that makes a flower
a flower,

and a human,
triumphant.
Wordsmith Jun 2020
Peace —
A feeling
A state of being
Of being in the present
With a deep sense of calm
That comes from — knowing
One I conflate with faith
Raven Jun 2020
Breathe
At least try
Relax
At least try

Listen to the sounds
Of rustling leaves and birds
Drink in the sunlight
A calm breeze cooling your skin

Breath
Just a deep breath
Ignore
All those noisy thoughts

Do you smell the wet earth?
The fresh cut grass and flowers
Take a deep breath
And settle down

Breathe
Until your mind stops to shout
Breathe
Until it gets easier
When it's too much I like to go outside, away from everything and let myself calm down in nature
MDtheWordsmith May 2020
Looking at the sky
Crystal clear, peaceful and calm
The storm comes quickly
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