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Late at night as I disappear from the public eye of the world
and leave behind all my worries and fears,
I take to the sky like a silent kite soaring in silence towards the stars
entering the sanctuary of a quiet moon;
With arms outstretched  I long for the sliver of dusk to bathe  me anew
and to clothe  me with her shimmering gown of shedding pink;
O'er by the sea I watch the urchins as they whisper to the mermaids
Captains christening their ships with  spy glass devotion,  
into the mysteries of night they go, gliding towards new horizons;
I lay on a hammock of woven cotton tucked between two hefty clouds of white,  no one here to sing to me except angels with their bugles and golden voices...
This is (my private universe) and only the stars are privy to my smiles,
as I glide into this daydream in the middle of the galaxy
Late at night I disappear from the world awash with eyes of stardust
in the morning I wake up and realize that the world is not my place ,
its only a parking lot for the human race, and I don't belong in it...

October 3, 2020
High above this
destiny

I can see your private
mystery

Mechanical wasp controls
the hive

Its sensors are buzzing and about
to go live

Over the shoulder, around
the bend

The naked you is about
to trend
Veritia Venandi Sep 2020
She had the heart of a daisy...
White as milk, fluttering in the breeze, smelling of the scent of the earth...

And yet it was broken by the cruel heat of the one she called her sun...

Since then she had taken to wandering above the soil in search of her lost happiness...

How often she visited those wild flowers to pacify her blazing wilderness...!

Under a cobalt sky... Beyond ochre thoughts and grey memories... She lay one with them... As if sharing with them the moments and torments of her yesterday...

This kind of love healed her... Where even the fallen petals could be adorned on  rippling hairs...

No wonder she had got back her self...
From being a daisy... Drowning to death and being born anew as the same...

How beautiful was when the flowers had whispered that when life hurts love heals and when love hurts nature heals!
The healing hand of nature! 🌿🍃Thank you for reading this! ❤
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