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Capuccino Apr 2019
I met her on a summer's infancy,
when she was blissfully pretty and full of melancholy,
We were both lost souls,
seeking purpose on where and when.

Suddenly she held my hand,
and gave a pensive and innocent smile,
I suddenly submit - I don't know why
but it was  feeling that felt so good,
even heaven is not enough to describe

After a long walk,
We were in a event,
they call it "Matsuri",
it was vivid and colorful, and happy,
but I ponder, "why here?",
and suddenly - I understand why:

She was sending me a sublimal message -
Life's purpose was to enjoy the vivid colors,
not to submit on earthly necessities one too many.

Finally I grab her close,
and we were inches apart,
I embraced her warmth and cried,
because once in my life - I may not find a purpose,
but I found a reason.

Thank you.
Based on a true story by yours truly
renseksderf Sep 10
just like open sunlit skies above
which kept our days ever bright
whose bare-all gaze shoved us
to sanctuary from blistering glare

we always kept our shadows in sight

tents and those world tree ash boughs
carried us to roman candles of night
matsuri: our own non-roman holiday --
summer may be gone but these remain

— The End —