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Spooks 3h
Love is a dangerous game
That I don’t know how to play
Sometimes I wish you never came
Sometimes than I think I’d be okay
You have the sun In your eyes
And i the moon
Too bad you spill nothing but lies
Maybe I just let you in too soon
For you are the sun
And I am the moon
Guntang 11h
the sultan
of a newborn sky
awakens the dawn
in the blink
of an eye
Color 1d
the wise old sun sighs
as the pretentious moon laughs,
dances with the stars.
Shadow 1d
He was as pure as the sky,
And as proud as the sea,
And as mighty as the mightiest mountains could be!

Yet... he was a melancholy man...

He was as brave as a lion,
And as bold as brass!
There was nothing he couldn't do...

Or so they thought...

He was a melancholy man...
A man dismayed by life...
And disheartened by all the strife.
He was depressed.

A melancholy man was he,
As melancholy as could be...

Despite being as proud as the sea,
And as pure as the sky,
And as mighty as the mightiest mountains could be,
He was unlucky
To be
To a melancholy man
Cox 1d
Lady lilac,
You don’t need no guy.
Live and point your dreamy pearlescent petals to the sky.
Aleka 2d
I’m awake,
Once again,
By the touch,
Of the wind in my skin
In this new month of April

The flowers blossom,
Their colors mesmerize me,
Every tone,
Every shade,
They captivate me.

I contemplate the plants, with a scent of bitter-sweetness,
While some bloom,
And others wither,
In an endless cycle.

The fauna and flora,
Announce once again,
With their songs, dances and colors,
The sunrise of spring,
In this new month of April.

After the dreadful silence of winter,
I can hear the sweet singing of the birds
And the sound,
Of the wind dancing with the leaves:
A spring melody...

I observe these creatures,
So graceful, yet so fragile.
They swing through the sky,
Synchronizing their movements with the wind,
As if they were ballerinas.

At the end of this month of April,
I fall asleep,
Once again,
While these tiny singers,
Recite their lullaby.
This was an assignment I did last year, and I kind of liked how it turned out.
We had to do a poem about a word, and mine was April.
Shadow 4d
The Truth was a mirror,
that fell far from the sky,
and shattered into pieces,

Each person took a piece of it,
and saw themselves in its reflection,
thus they thought that they possessed the Truth,
whereas the Truth lay in the hands of everybody.
It is together that we shall find our truth.
Give me your imagination
On a paper night
I want to take my heart to you easily

If the night is black
And I don't even have a star
My tears paint your eyes in the sky

I wish my life was like this
Be with me until the moon shines again

Mohamadreza Baseri
I wish my life was like this
Be with me until the moon shines again

Mohamadreza Baseri
in all of my life
of not taking advice
i shot at the stars
and they all fell down

as good intentioned was i,
in the blink of an eye,
the gods were all silent
as they all hit the ground

an honest mistake
i distinguished too late
for the seas were ablaze
and in the ashes i drowned

now i wander the skies
ignited for all of time
until the cycle repeats
for a new Earth i found
the first poem in my rough draft collection
I used to
chase the sun.
I feared the sunset
and the darkness
that would prevail.
I didn't think the horizon
could be more beautiful
until I found my moon
that is you.
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