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As I am going to sleep
I appreciate you once again
Just have this need
To say goodnight
And that everything is gonna be alright
I know,
I can just tell that to myself.
And I will.
You are loved and you're missed here still.
Whispers of the night,
Raindrops dance on rooftops low,
Dreams drift in the hush.
For @Liana and @erin, two young poetesses who should be commended and praised for the connections they make through words.
A haiku for you both, my way of saying thank you for the words you share.💙💙💙
 Feb 20 London Paris
sunny
i see everything you never were in the other people
 Feb 20 London Paris
Millee
the flowers died on monday
the clouds cried on tuesday
the sky screamed on wednesday
the sun dimmed on thursday
the stars hid on friday
mother nature weeped on saturday
the earth spun on on sunday
Purple tendrils sway,
wind hums old forgotten songs,
stars blink, half-asleep.
 Feb 20 London Paris
Liana
I may not believe in a god(s)
But that does not mean that I do not have a religion

I believe in poetry
Not everyone has a god, but everyone has a religion. For some it's art, animals, money, or music. For me, it is words, or poetry. At night I do not pray to God, I write poetry. I do not ask God for answers, I write to figure them out myself. Poetry is my religion.
 Feb 20 London Paris
Khoisan
In a world without paper
there are no trees
no roots
no tattoos
no love
no ink.
Deeper in the sea,
I saw you swim,
Floating free,
With your soul and heart.

Towards the darker realms,
You need no light, no warmth.
It's your wave on which you swim.

Then why this current I feel so strong?
Why do I want to swing, sway along?

You say it as home.
Valiant you are;
Then why live in fear?
What seems distant is truly near.

Depth has its own treasure—
Cult, dark, devilish sea.
I know the cause:
No glee. No plea.
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