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I carved her name upon the dawn
So every morning might be with her
But as it rose It grew too bright
And closed my eyes
Yet still I saw her there

I carved her name upon the sky
To keep her near me every day
But nightfall came and cleared the light
And all was dark
Yet still I saw her there

I carved her name upon the moon
To stare at her throughout my nights
But tired eyes are sneaky foes
And sleep prevailed
Yet still I saw her there

I carved her name upon my soul
Love not just with me when I look
But every day and every night
And in my heart
Yet still I saw her there
End of the Body….
At least you need
Four to carry.
We never know how will carry us to the grave so its better to keep good relationship with everyone in your circle so that you are put to rest with no resentment by those who carried you.
I mind my own business
Tend to my Garden
On solid ground
Beg no  Pardon
For clowning around
Yes  I can be funny
Yet honestly
I do get down
And doubt intentions
Even erupt in  frowns
It is called being Human
Okay at times guarded
But  life isn't always a bed of roses
When  manure  too is in  the  mix
It can be as hard as bricks
Still,  hey why complicate it
Or let me over-state this  
I rather be a  kind friend
Easy to comprehend.
Have you ever had someone say I can't work you out?  There you are right in front of them being who you be and no matter what you say or do they only see what they want to see blah blah blah blah need I go on!  Well reminder to myself  don't be that rude too.  It  happens. The Me Me Me Moments.  So yeah Drink the Coffee, Watch the Sunset Together.  I finally get.  Thanks to a Parent often saying that. Just Be in the Jolly Moment eh!   The Coffee Smells Good, The Sunset is Beautiful and I love your Smile!  Oh yeah when you hold my hand I can feel you now if I say that I guess I am strange.  It is a real buzz the energy eh if the nerves in my hand connect. I might have to write a poem or song about that one day. LOL
It is amazing when you take a break from writing poetry everyday
Just how refreshed you feel when you start writing again

Although I have loved being published online for many years
I've had a  revelation  so clear

Of the words I need to work with in the  privacy of my own home
Away from  eyes of the unknown

They are  the Songs of my Heart
That my  Hands and Mind desire to Chart
And release from within the innermost Sea
Of simply being Me!

DLR
28/08/2024
Looking at the elegance of the tree
I want to freeze time.
Freeze the moment of the movement
with the wind.
Capture every branch,
every twig,
every leaf.🍃
Like it captures me.
Can’t stop looking.



Shell ✨🐚
How  magnificent a tree can look.
Wonder of nature.
 Aug 31 Saleh Ben Saleh
Lyla
Roots growing deeply
Seeking life in quiet earth
Tough and unadorned
Until coaxed by gentle rain
I bloom joy a thousand times
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