Like a whisper of a remote country

A heart gave her comfort to revive the voice
A tone of forgetful land spins the web
To find the way again
In a jump over the abyss,
you are hovering now
In an agape free life,
there you fly.

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Nature and Landscapes

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Hazy grace

You said,
time was never close
a shadow slid out its grip
a partition between
it was like a gem that never ended
You said it was beautiful
that weaves spin similar to threads
as I carefully roll them to a skein
those souls will be urged to be born
You said,
to dawn in the sun in the shine of the surface
that’s what you said
and you gave a gem of courage
where a shimmer of the guises lighten.

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OPTIONS

There was something magical about the fluttering wind that day that urged me to peek out with curiosity.

A storm of sand swept into the city, a smell of the desert, of dusty longing.

Certainly, I wanted to throw myself into the daring adventure, soak up the cheerful taste of coconut fat when I smeared my dry cheeks, yet dunk into reality that the illusion offered.

A movie later.

What changed me was me and the storm, in a golden noise.

Inside and so close that the outer was knocking.

Come on. It’s time to take the next one.

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