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Don't turn your back to me as yet
Without any word or a glance
I've not yet mustered that much strength
To behold you only in a fleeting trance
I know I've made many mistakes
The price of my pride I must pay now
And before from your mind I'm truly erased
I'd do anything to help you recognize me somehow
apologies wouldn't prune my regrets
They won't bring that shine in your smile
Like the temporary relief from a burned cigarette
Later they'll remind me how I wasted your time
One last chance is all I ask, please trace your tired steps back
Don't let our friendship silently succumb, to this very last attack
A sonnet
The forgotten prisoner.
Trapped for years on end.
Confounding rhyme.
Prisoners of a scan,
That won’t come right.
It’s haunted me for too long
Now it’s time.
To admit to a defeat,
May seem a crime .
While wrong,
Perhaps ?
I’ll get it right next time.
Written by Philip.
One is soon forgotten in life.
As l reminisce on the past days
All l can say is thank you ***
Had so many downs but still got up
Not by might not by power
Better is the ending than beginning of the matter. It's been a long  hard year but behold everything had passed away. After all joy cometh in the morning
You are my home.

I find sanctuary in the palette that you paint our world with.

You are my sky, in that, you change your colours and your motions and your clothes but you’re always there.

Even when I think you are not.

We are unalienable.

You are a fortress, a castle, in which I am a prince and you are my princess.

You give me rest when I need it and you give me love when I need to heal.

You give me a roof over my head even when we are both miles away from home.

You are comfortable.

You are home.

My home sweet home.
For someone so dear to me. My Princess.
Love, Sorrow, Joy, Pain, Beauty, Loss, Peace, Hatred, Hope…
All a part of life’s grand design, and if you have felt them,
then you have lived life.

When there is one, there is always the other,
always a balance so to speak.

But what if, what if there was more,
love, joy, beauty, peace, hope…

I dream of that, although it is just a dream.
I still dream of it!
Deep in thoughts...
eng jin 1d
I swim,
under the twilight sky,
heart pounding & arms paddling,
struggling to breathe,
yet I push on,
to reach the other wall.

I hear,
muffled splashes
across the lanes as swimmers glide by,
though I could hardly see,
yet I could feel,
one of them fills the place.

I wonder,
why I press on,
for health or for heart?
by now legs are aching and arms are heavy,
yet it is a joy,
to be in my hiding place.
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of love;
And like seeds dreaming of spring beneath the soil your heart dreams of devotion.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to your true intentions.
Your fear of love is but the trembling hand of the loved when she stands before her lover whose hand is to be webbed upon hers in affection.
Is the loved not joyful beneath her trembling, that she shall wear the love of the lover?
Yet is she no more mindful of her trembling?
Emulated from Khalil Gibran's On Death poem.
Hey **!
Oh my ghosh! What a day this is.
Lightning  streaks across the sky,
The clouds clap and roar,
Little lakes bubble with joy,
The rivers rumble gaily down the mountains.
Not to mention,
The trees stand with limbs akimbo,
Drenching from leaves to roots
in the lovely rain,
The birds cuddle in their nests,
All sing tra la la la.........................
For its raining, raining,raining.
Emily 3d
Landscape cleaned to perfection,
Sparkling in pristine white,
Studded with sparkling crystals,
All this, without a moment’s work from me!

Wind whistling gleefully,
Sleet pelting rhythmically,
Fire crackling sporadically, and
Friends sharing excitedly.

Warming hands around hot chocolate,
Toasting toes before the fire,
Burning marshmallows on skewers, and
Snuggling under comforters.

What a terrible world it would be,
Without winter!
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