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Raven Feels Apr 2021
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, I stopped for a glare--then regretted the unfair:)


up on high

still feels they glide

inflicted on the mind

no fear no mercy in the blinding neon stinging light

already alone summoned my end

no upon that seat I nursed I wish to bend

look for far in the eyes that chaotic that ray

a crowd I leave in its uneven may

on my finger tip

a better fate for them to sit


                                                                           ------ravenfeels
Karijinbba Apr 2021
And my twin flame wrote;
"So, it's either too soon
or too late for love?"
Later realizing
who had sent that poem
I gave my true conscious reply
But it was too late
I missed my mark in poem
and sadly before
without meaning to do so.

An ancient script on stage
at the Hilton resurfaced from
that glorious Sunday.
Mother's Day missing the mark,
fame and great fortune!
I so adored you beloved.
You changed my world
Yes everything had meaning!

"True love is timeless
without beginning or end"
PRECIOUS LOVE
It's never too soon, nor too late.
In spirit in the beginning
and from that Hilton labby
Glued together twin flame lover
I wished with you to be.
My darling!
Timeless is true love.
~~~~~
By: karijinbba
All rights Reserved-74-95.
1974-present-Rddbba.
REVISED April 2021.
Styles Apr 2021
"It's funny,
when our eyes touch,
it floors me."
Raven Feels Apr 2021
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, wonder for the above not the below:}


no cry

no baggage to fly

keep on stimulating the deny

or maybe the break that takes a taste a lie

over the clouds I'm high

don't know if I want to belong if I want to draw or die


                                                                                    ------ravenfeels
Kairi Apr 2021
Some grow up to fly , some fly to grow ...
Spriha Kant Apr 2021
Stress on the summit is sometimes a rock heavy enough to not roll downward even by the application of periodic high-intensity forces.

           © SPRIHA KANT
noor Mar 2021
i was
falling in love
but love is blind
and blurs our vision
because eventually we all
fall off the high clouds that love brings us to
and we are always left with scars
that will bleed
until someone else
decides to bandage me up
and bring me back
to those
high, high clouds.
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