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It is minus 40 degrees today...
I still ventured to go outside...
I was crying inside the house...
Now I am crying outside...
It is so cold...
My tears froze right away...
My heart was already frozen since before I left the house...
You are so cold...
You have the power to freeze anything that gets close to you...
And I still love you...
I still can't understand why I still have hopes of you loving me...
Maybe my brain is also frozen...
And I open my eyes...
And spread my arms...
Looking at heaven...
As if waiting for a miracle...
Waiting for you to call me...
Or to tell me that you need me...
I know it will not happen...
And I know I will lose hope at some point...
For now I just keep waiting on a miracle...
The word love has 4 letters...
The word hopes has 5...
The word Dreams has 6...
That's 15 letters...
Those words are so beautiful...
They used to reflect how I felt about you...
Now I feel sad...
Hurt...
Confused...
Those 3 words combined also have 15 characters...
And coincidentally enough...
You only talked to me for 15 min last time I saw you...
What does 15 mean...
I hope it does not mean 15 years to forget you...
And coincidentally enough, this poem has 15 lines...
I'm hoPPing you will have sweet dreams tonight...
My big ears will be alert all night...
So if bigfoot is to come...
I will for sure let him know...
That he can not, the ground stomp...
For the rose petal is not to be disturbed...
If bigfoot wants to be loud...
Then to the forest he must go...
For the rose petal is dreaming of the stars and the moon...
Or..as kiddie bunnies like to say... the boon...
The bunny poet says goodbye...
I will be on guard all night...
And if needed... Bigfoot I might fight...
For the rose petal's sleep must last all night...
For now...Bunnflix I might watch...
My choice for tonight....
"James Bunnd"...
I thought she was a poem...
I thought she was different...
How wrong I was...
Love is blind...
And deaf...
Even though she inspired many poems...
She is not a poem...
Not even a verse...
Still...
I wish her the best...
For I still want to see her happy...
Legend says meteor showers started when a comet travelling
through the galaxy got close to a planet called earth...
The comet had travelled for many light years through the
universe...
Orbiting planets aimlessly...
For that is a comet's destiny....
When he got close to planet earth..
He saw the sweetest and warmest light he had ever seen...
Not even Andromeda and the milky way combined could
produce such a warm , welcoming light....
The comet could not stop...
For gravity and physics don't understand feelings...
So he kept on travelling for hundreds of millions of miles...
But he never forgot the sweetest light in the universe...
For feelings don't understand physics and gravity...
So, he asked all his comet friends to circle earth once in a
while...
So all of them could get a glimpse of that light...
And carry a message of happiness all over the universe...
Legend says the light comes from the eyes of a beautiful girl...
Who adores looking at the moon and the stars...
No one knows her name..
And it does not matter...
For her eyes and soul are pure and clear...
Perhaps her name is clear..,
This, my dear readers... is the story of the meteor showers
origin...
Legend has it that Mars and Earth were once a single planet...
Born when the universe was created...
Gravity and the universe did their part...
And the two inseparable friends grew apart...
Moving fast and erratically throughout the universe...
They did not see each other for millions of years...
And they had lost hope of seeing each other again...
Nature acts in mysterious ways...
The same nature that separated them...
Brought them together again once the solar system was created...
Mars was so happy to see Earth again...
He carved a moon out of his own mountains...
And sent it to orbit the Earth...
So that the Earth would not feel alone...
No one knows if this legend is true or not...
The truth is that today I am sending you this poem...
In the same way that the legend tells that Mars sent a Moon to Earth...
Because poetry is in itself a universe...
Where each poem is a World...
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