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Indranys Apr 2021
I want to be a poet
Looking for the blooming words that are born from limpid dew likes mantra
The root of this words grows on the valley of secrecy
They won't  be easily swayed even by time
They grow up until becomes ripe by pieces of prayer to keep their eternity
Do you know ?
In the blooming words
There are beautiful fragrant appear from deep meaning
In a field of words, they were born from fertility of compassion and human morality
I really want to write it before time returns to cover his secrets
May God shower untold blessing upon you all
  Apr 2021 Indranys
Marty
Tiny wooden box.
Footprint on the rocks.
Whispers to the soul,
Long forgotten goal.

Where was I my friend?
When your life did end.
Hidden in the illusion,
Drowned in the demons confusion.

Be patient and open thy arms.
Soon I will return to your charms.
The path is dreaded and weary,
For of this world I'm found dreary.

Oh but the forgotten times
We were partners in crime.
The ragged heart searches
Remembering songs of churches.

The times in the hills
Buried by too many pills.
The happy dancing squills,
To this day my heart kills.

The day soon shall be,
By my side so much glee.
Let the dirt to the side move,
And from this world remove.
  Nov 2020 Indranys
Bea Autumn
Time flies by so fast then its past

Remember special moments always last

So make some memories to treasure

Each day have and give some pleasure

So when second chances do come by

To love again say yes reach for the sky

Because I love the moments in time

When you're with me and you are mine

Cherish and relish everyday while you can

Precious are the moments when love is the plan
make every moment count
  Nov 2020 Indranys
Traveler
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim
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Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

Vanity
All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
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