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The storm after the storm
In general, it is possible to fly,
This requires a certain solitude,
And I don't mean temporarily,
Immobility breeds creation,
Just like being blind heightens the other senses,
It's easy, they say, if you know how,
To weather the storm after the storm,
Keeping your ideas close in case,
Another comes rolling along.
Saturday 2nd October 2021 9:04 pm
Beauty Song
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Don't wear contact lensesÂ
Your eyes are my Ocean
Let me feel your lovely sensesÂ
And see you my Queen.Â
Don't use makeup material
Just be same as you are
Rosy cheeks are really naturalÂ
looks for me as star.
Don't cut your shiny hairÂ
I love it to become so longÂ
Set free your hair to airÂ
And let me enjoy the song.
Â
Monday 11th February 2019 6:14 pm
Synaesthesia
I can taste the colours of your kiss
Fiery crimsons bursting throughÂ
Mellow yellows
Exploding into sweet tangelo
Cool blues
Turning violet
As my senses play this quiet duet
I hear music when you touch me
Bass lines throbbing alongside
Exotic rhythms
Tumbling into trembling strings
Soaring voices
Dulcet tones
Within your music my body groans
I can smell flowers in your words
Ten...
Monday 21st March 2016 8:54 am
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