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"Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of the moon." Rumi


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Oh, Just a Dream

I’m dreaming of weaving my desires

Betwixt butterfly wings

To fly in the breeze

And magically land in a king’s territory.

My essence would be found floating in the mist,

Immersing the concourse on which he stands

With sparkles of love

Brushing his heart with colors

Seen only in the cosmos.

Beauty in his eyes.

My name on his lips.

I was only dreaming,

Kaleidoscoping through electric glass

That shocked reality back into place.

Lightning bolts of honesty

Bursting profoundly through my chest.

“He loves me”, “he loves me not”

Every word spoken plucked hope out of my heart.

A roseless stem,

Growing blindly in the wrong direction,

Hoping for a “love me” phrase alone.

He must have forgotten to speak

For I waited desperately

In a silence that protruded my ears.

“he loves me not”, he repeats.

He stops.

I listen and blink.

Letting tears roll off my cheek and down my chin,

Dripping in the soil.

But from there, a new rose must bloom with a ruby forming from within.

And emerging from the Earth shall be a new beginning.

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Untitled flow

As the sun sets and gently absorbs

Every burden laced with anger,

The tide comes in to replenish the spirit.

The evening breeze, the violet hour and the quiet birds

That sleep within the leaves of trees

Bring comfort to a tired soul.

Eternal waves of bliss

Moisten the lips of every heart;

And with a peaceful mind

Humanity shall transcend