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The melodic grass
This music,
it makes me want to fall from the water
float in the sky,
stare at those lips
and kiss those green eyes,
drink from the clouds
and jump on the pond
to feel the stars
and gaze at the stones,
the rythms , the notes
melt my mind
ignite my visible voice
I'm not here nor there
maybe inside a void
floating on the blues
maybe its a d...
Monday 14th December 2020 8:23 pm
Paper Friends
Leaving seems so hard
Until you actually leave
The peculiar truth is
Leaving feels ludic, orphic, majestic
Leaving the places which seemed to matter
Leaving the paper people I once met
Leaving, forgiving & moving forward
What a trouvaille I encountered
To leave the paper connection
Leaving them as they are, incomplete & rustic
Leaving them in the ocean ...
Saturday 17th October 2020 5:39 am
THE LEAVES
The leaves of the tree
Behind the house of glass are falling
With each step of the wind
They liberate themselves from the branches
From the complexity of the connections
Connection of the root with the trunk
Of the trunk with the branches
Of the branches with the leaves
The leaves liberated themselves
From the connections
From the dependence
The leaves of the ...
Friday 24th July 2020 7:18 am
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