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Marcus Belcher Feb 2016
I want to
Spread love and knowledge
To male and female
Young and old
Precious these stories told
Endless in fashion
Write your page with pen
Choose the way
And the days you spend
One of those that fell out the brain again
~~
Blue white pink babies
Moving lively green leaves
The pride of time comes
As the April's cyclone form

As the needs of life
Having found the sought
Absorb the juice of soil
For the flowers and fruits

Born for gain
Death for loss
Generation to Generation
For the new horizon

The time has gone
Within thousands folds of Stone
The old signs
Repeatedly demonstrates

In front of the standing existence
Calculate the balance of life
Back to the other side
As if all are strangers

Then yellow turns to gray
whispering of dry fallen leaves
In the light of late afternoon
In the music shadows of end life

With the evening
Roots come out slowly
From the ground
Just left the wood without bark
~~
Lexi Gray Aug 2015
Sometimes I
look into the mirror
and nothing looks

back

but a pair of
blank eyes

that

take more than a

moment

to recognize

who they are looking at.
Beating at a decreased speed the heart is yearning for a change.
The eyes they see an object and in envy they begin to crave.
One thought after another, it’s all the same, my brain is in a rage.
All of a sudden the thoughts become clear and fondness begins to sprout.
The envious eyes begin to mist with laughter and echo with infectious cheer.
Running down Mount Epidermis the heart feels a sudden sprinkle.
Quenched by a monsoon of tender affection the heart, it quickly starts to blossom.
A shadow no more, a feeling so familiar, the heart resonates like the beating of a drum.
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when you feel shame insight
the foolish road trends to misguide
you can discover an apple
inside a dark basket

I sigh too long to lose the time
that could make a space between us
the clock is unmanageable,
the horizon grew gray

yesterday night turned on,
the sleepless romantic torment-
I made my hand long,
too long to hold my dreams

where there you were standing
behind a wall,
very thick, and dark
shuttered my eyes

I grew gray
underneath a dusky black moon
finding myself within you,
no focus point imagined

the forgotten days clapping
mystic, bleeding on the red carpet
turned too dark when storm wind
closed the windows-

dreams uttering on a blue sapphire
till the twilight has broken
making a waterfall on a rising sun
but coming closer into a vain of the vale--

///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
blue sapphire: ------------------------

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