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 Sep 2020 Bijan Rabiee
jerely
Whisper your dreams to me
As long as it is kept
Inside my heart
You'll always have my back,
Whatever it takes.
December 18,2019
Jerelii
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 Sep 2020 Bijan Rabiee
jerely
I come across to life
that it doesn’t need to be perfect at all.
But
It’s mistake and error
that made us beautiful
in every kind of way.
January 11,2020
First poetry in 2020

Jerelii
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 Sep 2020 Bijan Rabiee
jerely
Feel
 Sep 2020 Bijan Rabiee
jerely
Feel  the  air
Feel  your  breathe
Feel  the  beat  of  your  heart
Feel  the  sound  around  you
Feel  the  music
and  let  it  carry  you.
for you

jerelii
sept 27,2020
A family came to our farm,
friends of my son. I had not
been around,  even seen
small kids in a long while,
from my porch I watched the
two boys under six and their
sister of three, as they raced
about the property, to the barn
to see the animals first, then
to bounce on the trampoline,
soon into the above ground pool
to cool off, splashing, playing.
Their little excited sing-song
voices like music to my ears.

I longed to get closer, to talk
to them, just to be near this
magical aura that small children
radiate, this purity of heart,
this unbridled gist for living.

Alas, needs for social distancing
got squarely in the middle.
So many important things have
been lost to this spreading plague,
most of all far too many people,
altered things and life that used to
be even for the living, distancing
us from friends and family.
Common sense requires adjustments
and adherence. Time before we
can return to our old normal ways
and life. We must all do the right
thing, even it it hurts. Until a
vaccine, there is no other choice.
Being in self isolation is a challenge
for sure, seeing and looking at no one
else but ourselves in the mirror, or
talking heads on TV, it does not take
long to resent what you see, longing
for a change of scene, a breath of fresh air.

Deeply missing and wishing for real living
breathing people to see and interact with.
Even if prior to this, thinking and believing
I didn't really like or enjoy people in general.
We don't appreciate the real value in
what we have until it is taken away,
or we are told we can not have it.
What if the character of Snow White was as black as ebony ?

What if the heart of Snow White was as cold as snow ?

What if the nature of Snow White was red in tooth and claw ?

With her hair as black as ebony , lips as red as rose and skin as white as snow , would Snow White still be then called as
beautiful as the light of the day and fairest of all ?
One of the poems written during my initial days in school
Old vibes !
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