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Ilonka Apr 2019
I divide the sky into pieces
and I get my piece of blue
when the sun is crying that he can not see you,
a sheaf of unrelenting reveries
driven by my anxious soul
stop on my warm lips,
await your crying call
that is lost at the gate of my loneliness,
~
the yellow tulip from my glass vase
is wondering where the ants are that were keeping her company
in the garden where she lived her childhood,
the present becomes suffocating,
I prefer to escape again in vivid dreams,
~
spring kisses my cheeks
I am sinking in lust again
my eyes seek the love of dandelions,
I am flirting with the darkness that floods my room
and ****** my naked body,
my nightgown looks for the lost buttons,
ripped away by the craving of the stars...
~
my heart dances in the ocean of heavens
drops of love are falling
in a sublte way perceived only by me.
I love to dream with my eyes open:)
Ilonka Apr 2019
I want to be your guitar
so you can play the blues on me
make love while I write poetry
longing always for more of you,
~
I want to be your last glass of red wine
that would wipe all your sorrows
make you smile again
bringing youth back in your veins,
~  
I want to be the best book you've ever read
that would torn apart your beliefs
make you cry and smile in the same time
make you live truly this time.
Ilonka Apr 2019
I want to swim in a field of sunflowers
and die in a sunken yellow garden,
reborn as the sun and light your day.
Ilonka Apr 2019
Spring can be a flower
Spring can be your smile
A raindrop from the heavens
A tear of joy, a beat of my heart,
Your kiss on my forehead
In the morning a simple hello,
Spring can be all seasons
When light fills our soul.
Ilonka Apr 2019
Writing poetry is a way of praying
A way of connecting with the known and unknown,
A way of saying I am here
I am a part of you,
You are a part of me.
:)
Ilonka Apr 2019
I learn how to love my feet that walk on new lands,
I learn how to love my voice that reaches untouched notes,
I learn how to listen to my heart that is no longer a servant of the mind
I learn how to love myself as I am ...

Acceptance is the most beautiful way of healing,
when butterflies count the seconds and you give up counting the years,
unheard music embraces the rebellious soul,
the sky flows smoothly, the clouds kiss the living land,
love vapors hug the proud grass
which is dancing fulfilled a dance of peace,
and I learn to live in the now.
I am still learning how to love myself and I think that we all are:)
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