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I love the silence of the night
my head upon your chest,
as I listen to you breathe
you deep, in peaceful rest.

The passion of us in the air
stays a sweet memory,
the love which we have shared
in all of its beautiful glory.

Observing your eyelids dance
of the dreams filling your mind,
I wonder how sweet they are
and the delight in them you find.

I could live this moment every night
lost in such loving content,
thanking the stars of heaven itself
for this beautiful love, I've been sent.
Everyday we breathe
in air so our hearts can
continue to live

We cannot see air
But it's forever giving
us a big huge hug

I love to go out
And see the big wide world full
of wonderful things

But some people are
unable to go outside
Instead they stay in

May it be ill health
or fear reasons , there homes are
now there outside too

So let me tell you
What i see when I go out
Hope it makes you smile

The leaves have fallen
The trees feel little lonely
The flowers have gone

But when you think
about it , the flowers are
still growing in mind

Cause it's that little
picture in your mind that will
remain summer  bloomed

I know it's easy
for me to say and at times
it harder to do

People drive  lots of
bikes now , they even have there
own bike lane in road

At night tall buildings
Glow up like big Christmas trees
It's so romantic

There are a lot of
restaurants and cafes on high streets
Much yummy nice food

And indoors walls look
smooth , filled with lovely photos
Pictures are nice too

Even the light blubs
Covered with a pretty shade
Look rather lovely

A silver cooker
White toaster and iron and
a kettle is smoking

I wondered what ***
it is puffing , oh I am so
silly..its boiling

A stack of books
Mounting up like a mountain
Full of adventures

Looking through window
The winter sky is daylight
And at night it's sleeps

So keep that flower
blooming , let it spread it wings
And truly blossom
I feel lucky just to go outside x
When the last whole-hearted hero falls
True blooded poet warrior
Who challenged those
That turned cities and homes
Into barren bombed out wastelands,

When the wooden walkways
Are consumed
By the brush,

When the concrete
Cracks from nature’s ****** up,

When the canyons fades
Turning colorful shades
To white, black, and gray,

When the green hummingbirds
Cease the beatings
Of their supersonic wings,

When the tired panther
No longer sleeps
Or rises to drink
From a sweet summer spring
After hunting and eating
Some other wild thing,

When all things living
Start to decay
Then solar winds
wipe them away
In ultraviolet rays
Of destruction and disintegration,

When time forgets
That we ever existed.
Beneath murky, bloodied water, it beats.
The lonesome heart of a saint.
With every beat, the still water ripples.
Agonising.

Lips like cherry wine.
Porcelain, icy, skin.

Will you remember the taste of my lips?
Will you remember my hands when he touches you?

Will he caress you the way that I did?
Will he care for you more than I did?

I breathe beneath the ***** water.
Heartbeats slowing down, almost inaudible.
When suddenly, the beating stops.
The water stops.

My fingers prune and my chest throbs.
It's cold.
Lady said
"Shut up about the storm
else you'll be in one"
Charming, I thought
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