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Gray clouds bloom open,
raindrops fall into the puddle
on the ground



which One circles around.
Low beneath the weeping willow stand
Stars and a full moon grand
On the ground of the earth’s land
winnie the poem Oct 2024
I wake up with only darkness
around me, all this blackness
...No way out and all alone,
I hear a sound in the silence,
so soft that it disappeared.... Disappeared… Disappeared..

So I heard the echo of my voice,
resounding in the sound
of my deepest cry.
What is my name,
what are my desires?
Am I here in an existence,
or am I gone, in hell,
or in heaven underneath the sky.

All these questions, so many,
every day. And I get no answers,
because here in the darkness,
I can’t find another way.
Peace and love
make sparkling life,
behind a thundering night
spark of white light,
you and I become
what we can see beyond
stars and bright shining eyes.
I as you,
not one, not two.
Me dissolving,
into you evolving.

To be —
only full in we.
Oooh… Phew!

One and 1 are indeed different
from each other, right?

One is a word, and the other is a number.

Yet, when I am not visible, no one sees that I exist separately.
winnie the poem Nov 2024
I am here to be,
her shadow,
hidden, in a widow.
Her dark in death,
mysterious,
fallen into star.
A pastlife scar,
you,
my beautiful wife,
thats who you are.
winnie the poem Nov 2024
Don’t cry… I am just here
living next to you
in the sky

Let me go now and guard
my soul
to the graveyard

Hold it close to your heart,
be safe
and carry me to my grave

— The End —