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  Aug 2020 Spriha Kant
Chris Saitta
Love, if it were told how little truth you hold,
How diadems and stars are less than twinkling souls,
How anyone can fill your mercurial fancy in the fold,
How you lie before God and you lie with man,
Love, books are less old than your falsehoods,
Or the rood and the rose.
  Aug 2020 Spriha Kant
Veritia Venandi
Turquoise waters cradled by an unknown guardian filled itself with the emerald rainwaters...

By the day, it appeared as an ever expanding expanse of a jewel encrusted crown that belonged to no queen...

But at night,the very same radiated conspiracy with its violet aura and indigo rocks that wove a sinister garment about it...

Reflecting the mysterious heavens in the mirror of its being...

But inspite of the risks...my heart often went drowning into the fathomless bottoms to glimpse the unseen glitters... by the day...

And at night, the heart often chased the dreams dancing an unheard melody in a boat...over the lagoon full of stars...!
This poem is about the way in which we  strive to pursue our dreams... Regardless of drowning or risking ourselves in the lurking dangers along the way...Because when light flickers at the end of the path... The darkness of the way is little thought of... Thank you so much for reading this! ❤
  Aug 2020 Spriha Kant
guy scutellaro
darkness wraps around me
inside a sonnet
singing, echoeing across the lake
i hear it ,too
inside a moan, sweet and sad
from
eons ago
primordial      
communication
we are one.
  Aug 2020 Spriha Kant
Kelsey Banerjee
she serves silence,
it lies on the tongue
like ash.
her quiet cuts
jagged,
tears the hem of my heart
I unravel,
and she throws my words away
with burnt-black peppers.
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