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Luna Jay Mar 2019
You tell me I’m your wild child.
The wind blows through your unwashed hair,
As you flash a warm smile my way
Over your shoulder.
You led me to the top of our mountain.
You wrapped your entire being around my smile
And hold it there in your
Euphoric eternity.
We watch the sunset slip into the earth,
Both of us entwined in your divine state of nature.
The secrets of the universe
Laced within your eyelashes,
A testimony of humanity shakes
Within your veins.
Against the grain,
You question authority.
And together we journey
Into the unknown territory.
Rajinder Mar 2019
We never walked together
Or matched steps.
The walkway lies
so do the shoes, we bought together.
Astral Mar 2019
Time is a tricky mistress,
I'm sure of that,
Full tricks up her sleeve.
But the truth is,
I didn't expect this.

I don't put it all on her,
I don't put my feelings all on her.
But I do place the time on her.

Some people grow apart,
Some people grow parallel,
Some people grow perpendicular,
And some people grow together.

I don't know how we grew,
But it feels like we've been growing together for a while.
It seems only our tricky mistress, Time, will tell,
But Time seems to have a thing for surprises
Taji Mar 2019
And it was strange,
After all that time
Our paths crossed again
Back then,
We weren’t ready.
Too awkward,
Too immature,
Too young.
But now,
We are settled in who we are,
We’re still fun, but we’ve grown some,
We’ve aged,
Quite beautifully I might add.
Maybe now,
After all this time
After growing apart
We’ve grown back together
Maybe now
We’re ready.
For an old friend, and new possible love
Kewayne Wadley Mar 2019
Her love was like rain,
Falling a million drops at a time
Scattering through the sky.
Her love soothing, calm, wet.
This love not predicted by
forecasts given by weathermen.
Coming when ready.
She often fell without limit.
A huge gulp swallowed without spill.
Her deed readily prepared without haste.
Her love like rain.
Falling drop after drop.
Sincere without shame.
& I the none swimmer,
carried by her flood
& without fear,
I insist that she carry me
where ever she may go
memoona kazmi Mar 2019
shut the door,
close the blinds,
hanging on those windows,
don't look out honey,
just look at the beautiful world,
i have built for you,
in this sweet little house,
look at the lilies we planted together,
they are now blooming,
don't look at the trees on fire,
see i have built a tree house for you,
forget the dead flowers in neighbor's garden,
see how happy we are in our own little world,
forget about the miseries of the world...........
-memoona kazmi
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