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Desired words
Diminished thoughts
As the trends faded
The suns clouded
Involuntarily
hidden away
in what seems like
a poetry’s sinkholes
What now feels
like lips without breath
And bones without flesh
All that remains
a blank mind
a lost dream
Frontward/backwaerd
either way,
deleted
we met again,
two strangers,
carrying the same memories.

time stopped too,
when our eyes met,
whispered hello.

but this time,
we walked away,
knowing the future.
right time, right person.... just not fated :)
  Feb 7 London Paris
Traveler
Comprehension
is but a path to meaning..
Who am I?
Why am I here?
Why am I suffering?
Experience
is the path to understanding…
So embrace the pleasure
and the pain..
Stay strong my friends.
Traveler Tim
2/6/35 4:57pm

“and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.”
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Let X
(mark the spot)
Let X
be what it seems
Let X
be the finale,
the answer it seems
to be,
not the necessary one
you wish it to be,
but what be

seemly

the sense of The End,
the final descent,
the last landing
(or perhaps the first takeoff)
let it be,
be a finale,

Let X
be the finale,

Let Be
the answer it seems to be

let be
(1) Wallace Stevens  from “The Emporer of Ice Cream”. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Emperor_of_Ice-Cream
  Feb 7 London Paris
Liana
I felt like nothing was changing
Day after day
Of school
Sadness
Anxiety

Then I look up at the clouds
I looked at them for a while
And I saw that they were moving

Please
Take me with you
At least for a ride..
Birth of spring in distance.
Slowly awakening.
Scent of zesty lemon rose
already in the wind.
World of promises
in the making
February coming through.



Shell✨🐚
Spring is coming soon.
~
She smiles only in pictures
Her hair is growing long

With eyes closed
Au coucher du soleil
Her voice is dulcet
Her laugh is nexus

"Take me with you," she says.
"We'll make kites, we'll steal land."

The gentle arrival of rain
In the blue hour of
The portrait gallery
Makes her qualified to dream
About a serenade of water
And the blueberry boat

~
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