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Nargis Parveen Aug 2019
Who are you standing hero?
You threw at me a love-arrow.
My heart is ripped and bleeding,
O flower of love! Start budding.

O mind! You are fond of daydream,
Have you forgotten past scream?
This earth is full of pain,
Despite you want love again.

Am I musroom-white?
Old leaves must quit.
O green! Come with youthful beauty,
O sky! Pour down dew in bounty.

Having touched by night, the lovely Muse,
Leaves are ornamented with pearl of dews.
All my universe is a charming forest,
Here greeny love flies over her chest.
xeno Jan 17
iscomfortzone

For every capricious child
There is no moral compass
The healing hand pushed away

These malevolent spirits
Traveling incognito
Hidden well behind the I's

Random singularities
Pulling out an existence      
From the slightest attentions
Brief intoxicant fixes

These busted knuckle divers
Conceal event horizons
From which there is no escape
Spaghettification kings

For every imploding star
seated on padded musroom
Another is hovering
Just beyond our blindered view

© P.M.H  2/07/21

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