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  Aug 13 Spriha Kant
jordan
sometimes
i want to implode
and swallow the things i said
turn back time
crawl into the womb
and never come out again
That inimitable perfumed scent
Exuded by you—
Shall hereupon transfix and stupefy me
—For eternity
For all recherché aromas
Which are now encountered by this sense
Have all but lost their allure—
For yours has made them all superfluous!
  Aug 13 Spriha Kant
David R
the concerto of the lake
that the falls and rapids make
the music of the sky
as the swifts and swallows fly
the melody of the fish
as their rainbow tails swish

are heard by pure of heart,
before it's torn apart
the callow, guileless, young,
they hear the rainbow sung
they hear the ballad o' sweet love
before the eagle eats the dove
BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge
#callow
  Aug 7 Spriha Kant
Afia
A shaft from the golden sun,
reclined peacefully in my lap.
The amber gleam reflected back,
and gently baked the solemn land.
An ardent whisper furnished the woods
with a viridescent scent that woke up the woods.
Silver songs of sleek streams,
chased the lullabies away;
gently.
Ancient tress cuddled the wind,
their leaves clapped in sheer bliss
The broken winged white eyed bulbul,
warbled hymns to lift the curse.
Scarlet tainted vintage letters resting in the rustic mailbox,
await your tender touch; while they chant for a past long gone.
But lily livered clouds,
they have turned your courage into a yellow illusion.
So now defy the toxic words and the errors you made,
A different person inside your skin, long ago, burned our hearts on the hateful flames.
I look for answers in Nature.
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