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 Dec 2020 Lida Dela
Hammad
We often seek love
with mind and logic
not knowing
that in its world
It lets us walk
on water,
It lets us see
the rainbows
in pitch-black darkness,
It takes us
to the moon and back
It fills the void
In our souls,
It lets us plant
the seeds of hope
In barren lands
Don't you see?
Nothing in this is rational
My Dear!
Everything in Love,
and its world is Magical...
Sadness is all.around
From early morning news
To nightly news
Yet in some
Deep hidden corner
Happiness is shared
Where no one .broadcasts
 Dec 2020 Lida Dela
Travis Green
The smell of the ocean draws me
into its wondrous waves of amazing
creations, into its kingdom of divine
inventions as breathe in the wind
coming in on the wings of time,
the sun shining and smiling upon me,
guiding me along the thrilling trails
of stunning scenes, everything so supreme,
serene, a perpetual dream deepening
in my mind as I close my eyes and listen
to the sweet melodies filling the landscape.
 Dec 2020 Lida Dela
Hope
Mirror.
 Dec 2020 Lida Dela
Hope
Mirror.
I've been talking to the mirror.
Been looking at the mirror.
The mirror of me.

Mirror.
I see the tears on your cheeks.
The red on your skin.
The mirror of me.

Dear mirror,
The cracks as you scream,
The pain that you're in.
Is a mirror of me.

Oh mirror,
I saw you on the street
The rain your only sheen
Was a mirror of me.

So mirror,
The claws at your cheek
The deep open screams
The mirror of me.

Hear me when I speak
The reds and blues I see.
The dark that your making.
Is no mirror of me.

Mirror
I hope you can hear me.
The lies that I've seen.
Never a mirror,

Of me.
Not all mirrors tell the truth.
She plucked hibiscus flower
And put it on her ear,
She laugh boisterously and
Even dance with the raindrops.

But dear, have you seen the sadness tucked in her eyes?

π’‡π’π’“π’ˆπ’Šπ’π’ˆ π’Žπ’‚π’”π’Œ π’†π’—π’†π’“π’š π’π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’•,
π’„π’π’π’„π’†π’‚π’π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’†π’—π’†π’“π’š π’˜π’π’–π’π’…,
π’˜π’†π’‚π’“π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 π’”π’Žπ’Šπ’π’† 𝒂𝒏𝒅
π’„π’‚π’ˆπ’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒉𝒆𝒓 π’†π’Žπ’π’•π’Šπ’π’π’”.

In the deep of night,
You'll see the brightest star
β€”her teary eyes,
Wounded by her subtle battle.

                           β€”π’”π’‘π’“π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’Ž.
spring m. is simply my pseudonym.
 Dec 2020 Lida Dela
Sam
her
 Dec 2020 Lida Dela
Sam
her
deep-set moon-crater eyes
lips as red as the dust on mars
all i asked was for a little space
but she gave me all its stars
 Dec 2020 Lida Dela
Karissa
Your cold fingers are
Gripping my thigh
I can’t lie
I’m picturing
You
As another guy
As our fingers intertwine
He’s stuck In my mind
Manifesting what is left
Maybe I’m obsessed .
 Dec 2020 Lida Dela
Frannie
You are loved
You are worthy
You deserve more
You’re are not to blame
You can do it
You are important
You are beautiful
You make a difference
You are valued
You matter
You are resilient
You are enough
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