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Masha Yurkevich Nov 2019

Dear child,
sitting by the window sill.

Someday it will happen,
someday it will...

Long lost dreams...
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
Silver lights shimmer
Tranquil peace from the moon
Its touch makes all rest

The moon stares at me
Deep into my very soul,
that's broken and bruised

She sees me naked
My true self that's so afraid
to keep moving on

But she calms me down
She shows me my inner light
The light I must spread
On the window sill currently, emotionally drained but still here none the less.
Today was so emotionally draining...
There's something so comforting about the moonlight, I feel like it seems who I really am inside.
Anyway, thank you everyone for your kind comments and support.
It means the world to me.
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
Leaves gliding gracious
Ecstasy to ride the wind
Chasing another
Lots of leaves flying around the roads
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
Sun shines on futures
Sleeping girl thinks of the past
Ending on sunset
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
I just overheard
Koi fish do not have *******
In my sister's mind
Yeah, you read that correctly! And right now, I'm howling.
My sister apparently wanted to say 'koi fish don't have teeth' but said '*******' instead.
I'm dying loooool
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
Pain flows close to heart
Happy thoughts now that you're gone
Whispers of the past
Still by the window sill
Re-examining myself,
the wounds that haven't healed, the scars that haven't faded.
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
By the window sill
The sun sets, seems lost in time
Struggles of wonder
Just letting my mind drift while watching
  the sky changing colour. It's beautiful!
Got more haiku's coming!
Thank you everyone for the kind comments on my Lynterns! ^-^
Love you!
Lyn ***
Jon Thenes Jan 2018

Pick teeth in maw
shuttering ;
I imagine you

You mail me voices
you unmend each night
I clothe the window
but you are brighter
you fill

I replenished your alter
re-burdened the sill
new meats from the Butcher
it's quite an arrangement
for a carnival such as yourself

A fortunes soil of gutting
it's the best I'm willing to offer
a meal
a wealth
so here it is
a tilt to your health
I back out of the room
I close the light
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I dress up my morning
and enter the room
a tiding,
a horror,
a vacuum !

You have scatted and cast
and made gore of my gift ;
made rent and wipings of the curtains
made leavings off of an ill stomach

What can I give you ?
how much more ?
how may I appease you
my Minotaur ?

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