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  Sep 2017 Jose H
she-was-sleeping
To little death
You fall into
From little death
I pull you out
...Loop...

Oh little death
Must you chase him?

Attention please!
...Nevermore...

There you lay
Paralyzed in oblivion
...A caitiff knight...

Tormented by silence
I reached out to you
Each second had me
...Quaking...

Eternal terror seized me
...bits by bits...

My lament
For your craven soul
But once More
I will say
...Please wake up...
  Sep 2017 Jose H
Pradip Chattopadhyay
She has no mirror
but where flirt the leaves with the pond
she comes in the cool of noon
mixing the dark of her hair
with the summer shade
dipping into glass green water
her toes and far above
and all the pond sees
encrypts within the bubbles of rainbow
that only her clothes
swelled in awe
can read.
Jose H Sep 2017
What is your dream?
Literally, the dream you have
The one you wake up from
Hoping you could relive every day
I have dreamt of that beautiful morning
The morning where the sun shines through the blinds
The morning where birds sing
But most importantly,
It is the morning I wake up next to you
The morning I brush up against your flower scented hair
The morning your body is all the warmth I need
The morning I wake up to you're beautiful smile
I couldn't imagine a more beautiful morning than this.
Jose H Sep 2017
If only there was time
To share the words of my heart
If only the world did not take you from me
I could have shared life with you
If only you didn't go so soon
I could have made it clear
If only
If only
If only i could have shared a kiss
If only you didn't go from this world
If only i could exist with you
I could love you
But now
Time is lost
You will never know how I loved you.
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