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summer lays across the valley
as silk lays across her body
shrouding subtle contours as she sleeps
beneath the morning mist her dream keeps

to wait for her eyes to open
is to wait for time to be unfrozen
i whisper to her as she sleeps
so into her dreams my heart seeps

in a hint of azure eyes
from the mist my heart will rise
and go with you from your pillow
into your life my dreams will follow
The roots that run deep are strong
Facing the harsh winter and not wither
Holding ground and waiting for spring
 Aug 2014 Winter Silk
Molly
Art Camp
 Aug 2014 Winter Silk
Molly
I tell them "paint", and they do—
little hands make big, bold lines
in blues and pinks,
and "look I mixed it,
what colour is it?"
So proud of the dishwater brown.

I want to say: "if you mix many
beautiful things, you lose track of them.
They become all muddled, muddy,
like paint water, all of them."
But they just add glitter to the mess
like sparkles of stars and car headlights
in the darkest night,
in the depths of a hopeless sound.
 Aug 2014 Winter Silk
Kataleya
Some days,
you mean the world to me,
I don't lie.
Some days,
I see the world in your eyes.
Baby, some days, you are my world.

©Aastha
 Aug 2014 Winter Silk
Valo Salo
It is important to have a car
To drive to your important work
And therefore important to have a road
For your important car to drive on

It is very important to have seats, stir and wheels
And maybe have some important music in your important car
Like it is important to have a bed and important to sleep in it
In your important house with an a important kitchen

You have an important life to live
With your important wife and your important children
And it is important to see the important news
With important messages from important politicians

Everything is so everlasting important
Even the important universe and the important sun
It is so important to discuss all the crises
And write important books about important issues

It is so important that you are alive
Your life is so important even for the BNP
It is much more important than you can ever imagine
So much more important that you will never believe.
Once in a blue moon,
fate causes us to cross paths.
Briefly brushing past each other,
before parting our separate ways.

I was standing at the middle of the road,
alone,
neglected,
unloved.
And there you were,
your smile reaching the corners of your mouth,
metal fences restraining your bright white teeth.
Every part of my being lit up like a christmas tree,
and I felt whole again.
Your eyes met mine,
and my eyes met yours,
and we both knew.

Today, as my eyes met yours,
I didn't feel whole.
I didn't feel happy,
nor felt any sense of cheer.
Your stare pierced through the shroud that covered me,
searching for the secrets that lie within.
But you already know what that secret was...
As my eyes met yours,
I knew,
and you knew...

Walking on opposite directions,
I saw you,
and you saw me.
I kept on walking,
and so did you.
I hope you'd have spoken your mind.
But nothing came out of your mouth,
and nothing came out of mine.
Briefly brushing past each other,
I stopped to look behind,
You continued walking,
until you disappeared.

Once in a blue moon,
fate causes us to cross paths,
briefly brushing past each other
before finally going our separate ways.

Thank you for the journey you gave me.
Now, its time for each of us to start a new one.
Sorry if it's long. I really wanted to write about this.
You walked through those big church doors
Stuffed your hands in your pockets and shed your skin
Drove away peddle to the floor
And Picked up the bottle and crawled right in

Claimed whole again
But never came clean
You want to start anew but don't know how to begin
Found to many crutches so used to that lean

You loved your girl but never enough
To break the curse of what you've become

Stumbled in to the liquor store
The good in you never had a chance
To pick up another bottle of self remorse
The good in you never had a chance

Drink up my friends we'll dull our pains
Left past lovers behind and daughters the same
So we drink up to forget and cover our shame
But in the morning we know we'll remember their names

don't know why but we seem to find
Fighting and cursing all in our soul
that rocky road that bends our spine
One that all my lonesome brothers know

So drink up my friends we'll cover our shame
But in the morning we know we'll remember their names
Drink up my friends we'll hide our shame
In the morning we know we'll remember their names

Lovers and daughters they'll carry our shame
And in the morning they'll wake and expect the same
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