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Without notice,
The morning took a turn;
I swiftly changed my course
To pursue it beyond the bend
Truth be told, it was needed
This change of events
I pranced behind it
Eager to see, where it lead
Maybe away from the madness
Of the daily grind,
That dare beckons us each day
Into our miserable existence.
Lines written for #FromOneLine 287
There is something in the walls
The swirls: Moving inside
Changing colors
A strobe here
A flash there
As eons rush past
Behind the barricades
Of this world
And the others
Beyond reach
It’s surprising how vivid
Fireworks can seem
To the drowning eyes
Of a refugee
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I waited until midnight
For the moon to blossom
Like a batik print stamp
On indigo-dyed fabric,
To whisper stories
Scripted on handmade paper
Sprinkled with stars
And cursive letters
Dipped in darkest inks
From the unending horizons.
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Take me back to when
Flickering dust from
Burnt sunsets touched me
With pangs of loneliness
And I merged with
The inky hues of night
Caressing the emptiness;
In the pain was born
The finest prose,
Poetry so tender,
And a never-ending love
For eternal solitude.
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When the Sidhe*
Stopped dreaming
All that remained was
Whirring of machines
Clicks and whispers
To feed artificial brains
That could never imagine
How sweet the smell
Of the first rain
Or the mystery
In a forest trail
Ah! The crunch of leaves
Beneath tired feet.
*Sidhe: fairy people of Irish folklore, said to live beneath the hills.
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