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What can I give you?

What can I give you? I am the blue as imagined by a blind and the roots of knowledge as watered by a scholar. I am the yellow wind and the mauve respond of light perched in the ubiquitous trees

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The Merman’s rhyme

He has no love but music and cold whispering trees that were in bloom under the last dim moon. He has seen the unseizable moors that glitter and dance in the wandering waves. He has crossed his Rubicon The enchantress’

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Cobweb dance

HE loves me He keeps my tears at bay in a corner crystal ball and my heart in a field of molten flowers*. I want to loose the yarn Again he pours crimson dew on my weary tales whilst I

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Moon and Mine

“Who are you?” I asked. I am a piece of heaven that reveals the most to ones in love… They see the sea and the tiptoeing stars barely touching the milky lanes. Under constellations Their faces glitter with words released

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Trail away

Trail me away with questions and the weight of your love. Abyss is not yet invented Just seen in shadow moons… Cast me away with a thought replenishing with haze in mid mountain mornings… I carry feelings in my pockets

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Love is the fifth season

Love is the fifth season It starts in March With shines of longer days, guarding the waters more. It moves along with greens and joys of May. It flourishes above the lilacs And with you I sleep Amidst lilies-of-the-valley… It

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Dark chant

“My whole being is a dark chant which will carry you perpetuating you to the dawn of eternal growths and blossoming in this chant I sighed you sighed in this chant I grafted you to the tree to the water

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Depleted

If I feel depleted Why should I breathe a name That carves chunks of my heart At night And pending mornings Sticks them With meager liquid That flows In the deep Of the dark side of your Quivering moon…  

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The man with the crimson heart

I know someone who kisses the way a flower opens, but more rapidly. – Mary Oliver I know someone who breathes as soft as stories find nests into lives. I know someone who touches the sunset light in the sycamores.

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Iron Fairies

Iron fairies Never stoop to worry At clever inventions Of thoughts Coming from up North to hasten the revival of aloft shimmer-like words that shape and betray the troth between spiders and gossamers to yarn the magic of the moon

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