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Waters rose, with the breath of the windwilting the shore, hoarding the petals.waking my eyes to the surrendering sunclashing at the fallto twin leaves that were on their path,apart from the run,a stride towards hearts undone. Every fall of an aching chest,rusted metal pours its redto freeze this back, over again. When winter is nude,covering…
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Not the train can bring a soul back to all burned meadows, the unyielding pain. With water for the leaves, eyes for the grace of a hip, a mother’s kiss upon tainted dew in all collected memories brought forth towards renewed sceneries. Love explores a day in life, weeping for half, then joy for the…
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“Love is alien. When do we find it? We do not, because love is not bought. Nor is love sold, because it is the gift. Although, love is capable of punishment the same as it is to forgive. Both of these are gifts, of punishment and forgiveness, since it is a judge. Love is a…
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Unexplored, to you, our eyes keep foretelling, keep telling of pain’s awesome history. Why do you walk, why breathe if the downwards slope slides your cries? Bent form and broken smile, sing, once again, for the while to devour the ocean. How much rain to drink? How much to the porcelain can be carved of…
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Tears, countless to be counted with fingers laced with boundless sentiment, to your flavor. For waters to savor, where you linger in an ocean I cannot remember, while hope is the thinnest blue strip, above the grains where we laid. We are mirrors to the other’s eyes, an open window carved from the glass of…
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Soft words, and hands cut from the glass, melted on the sand. Wallow, we are lifted to find each other’s eyes even in the rush of stars. Bloodbaths, fights that do not quit their place for eyes, cannot fit. Alone, to shower with the bucket, the rope tied at our feet. Collection, a slow dance…
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Cover me with wind, Your breath and frosted smile Becomes heated, Is greeted, before the miles Of your flesh, becomes explored At your great histories, adored. Wander here – Taken far from the cross, To be within the burning state. Love, at its great height, holds your weight, Crashes you into the folding embrace. Drink…
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Close the door. Open yourself to the fire, The feelings we help ourselves to, Without seconds. Devotion in the engulfing kiss, The waves against your shore. I have entered, with desire – To build a nest in your name, With a spare bough to hang above Those stars, we count, in infinite love. Facing the…
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Breathe over your untrodden valleys.This music in your earsWill keep you in faint belief, Will keep you envelopingThe aura that keeps escaping.Walk your tears this way,As now is the time to pray – For the sun to never set,For the mornings to capture our breath.Do not sleep, do notCurtain your sight with the clouds.Sentences need…
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Infinite, in the unfaltering armsThat were open to hope’s healing rain.With the shelter, beneath stars,Following tracks back to belonging.Here, with teardrops, your painClinging to lips, upon increased longing.Hollow are those eyes,Somber, in all decaying fields.Find your way back home. With fate, you wieldThe rain over your flesh,The stars over our caress. With eyes, you now…
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More than stones,More than a wire to crossOn the journey to find you alone.Feeling your veinsIn the cold wind of summer’s loss.Entering you, seizing reins,Watering your eyes with more than tears,With more than the shallow lakesReflecting your fears. A crow had spokeTo tell me you were alone,Swallowing grains that made you choke.An angel in the…
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Hold onto the wire.Our connection is always close,Even when your eyes will close.Hold onto grace, within the fire,There is never love outside of reach.Even while winter lands its flakes,I will pray from beneath,To remind you of what never dies,What never melts, what never leaves,What never fades. You were alone with the rope,Alone to walk the…
Modern Romanticism 