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A moment of trust

by Mimmie Dana

Tonight’s last radiance
hides its soft wings
in a creative fullness
creates cosmos and welcomes the shift hour
in veiling fogs singing
a thought fills the ether free of hope’s dawning
chaos breeds
openings therein.

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It’s me you’re looking for

by Mimmie Dana

In the space of our cosmos
where borders no longer falters as barbed wire fence
Tear it off, if so with bleeding hands
because in freedom, courage meets passion
flying wind whispers told hidings
which leads hidden paths to a heart’s cry in silence
the echo barrier would faint one second
for the mute answer of time
it gave
the singed hairs on a skin that sweats a cool
arms you searched
we were one for all, in a courage to find us in hidden signs
found in carvings
and in bits on the map you received to follow.

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Loved ones never wither

by Mimmie Dana

Let me love for a while
a second that strikes for freedom, existence whispers
ensures
I fall down on a bed falling, asleep and saying
important willing we
I love, I love you like never before in this reverse
the room’s squares saw the dissolved walls of the forest
in fractals, nature entered
I am free you said and fell into sleep where we shared
a body, a thought, an honorable gesture
that the very existence shows
waking up in the dream, whispering proudly that the war is over at last
a flower is left
a thought got stuck on the wallpaper, shrugging away
throws away
fall for you, fall for the knowledge
Here, only here, am I now.

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Wishful living

by Mimmie Dana

You stayed there
as a fleeting thought
a floating fog waiting to fall
the cautious pressure is insistently close
like a bud’s desire to burst
it was still in the present
a soul’s longing cramp to reach through the fog
still,
like a second of a wave
that folds and begins to collapse
nothing
there’s nothing to describe
and yet a skin’s pores steam so close
as close as a distance can give
in a lingering question.

 

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