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A photo from the past

I dreamt of returning home
Where for long time ago
I made a small house
Of green grass and broken woods.
I dreamt of returning to my childhood.
When there were no responsibilities
No worries, no fears of failure probabilities.
I dreamt of returning to my childhood,
When there were no extra loads.
Actually I returned
through a smiling child photo
through a moment from the past I borrowed.
The child ran far away
With her small hands she waves goodbye
She refused for only one moment to stay
Neither my world is hers nor the day.
I am not blaming her
As she is back to her time
And I am still in mine
So none of us can live in the other’s time.
And I wake up from my dream
On the smiling child in the photo
On the moment that for transient moment
I borrowed.

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Another Touch

Seeing you from time to time
I always smile inside
We speak about nothing
It’s like a prelude
To something else
Something more
I don’t know yet
But I like this
Somehow and I know
You like this too
So we are waiting
For another time
Another way
To find
Each other
Only in our dreams life
But it is so nice
So strange
When I see you
Again and again
It’s like a ray of a new day
Inside my heart
Another reason to smile
Another touch

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A Kiss

Drenching my mouth
In the pastels – tints
Of its passing,
Absorbing every touch of its colour
This warmth I love,
It pulsates in blood,
And I penetrate
Across its variety,
Pages of you
To become only
The small particle
Drinking from your mouth
My own soultellus, luctus nec ullamcorper mattis, pulvinar dapibus leo.

by Anna Cellmer

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Autumn Day

I feel two feet taller today
I feel the warmth of the sun on my face
I feel the wind swirling around me,
Drawing my clothes
Un-fixing my hair
On my lips, on my fingertips; alive
It is fresh and lovely
I want to stop walking and let it bend me to it’s will.
Autumn day.

by Hannah Gilchrist

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The End Of Love Story

This is the end
The end of this
Story of love
Which has never existed
Anywhere just
In memory in thoughts
Just in my mind
Just in dreams I have had
I’m sorry but
This is really the end
I don’t have
Anything to say
To you
Just that
The real life
Is never like
You dream about
But, by the way
I don’t regret
Any word
Any poem
Any dream I have had
You are the part
Of me somehow
Just a little part of me now
And you will stay
As a memory
Of this perfect love
I have never had before
It’s nobody fault
It’s just a life
No, I’m not unhappy
No, but
I just know
What I wanted to know
And now I’m calm
I can live somehow
Just like that
It doesn’t hurt me
Yes I have
A few tears
The tears which are
Just a regret
That real life
Is never the same
As we dream about
And that
This love is gone
Just like that
No hope anymore
No light
It’s gone with the wind
Do you know
It’s just a life
That’s all
You could be my man
But we lost this chance
Many years ago
So, it’s gone
So, what to do now?
Do you know?
Live, I suppose
Just live and smile again
Free from love
But I loved you the most
I can’t say I don’t
But I understand
That you don’t
So, everything is clear now
Good bye, my Love
Good bye

by Anna Cellmer

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An Old Fireplace

In the hearth’s embrace, a fire’s gleam,
A timeless tale, a mesmerizing dream,
An old fireplace, with stories to tell,
As shadows dance, its secrets swell.

Amid the flames, a silhouette appears,
A vision in lace, that stirs and sears,
A woman in lingerie, alluring and bold,
A sight that leaves the heart consoled.

In flickering light, she casts a spell,
A sultry dance, a temptress’ swell,
The embers blush beneath her gaze,
As passion ignites, in smoldering haze.

Her grace, a dance of fiery art,
A symphony of desire, she imparts,
The ancient hearth and beauty rare,
Two entities fused, a timeless affair.

Yet let us not forget the flame’s embrace,
The fire’s warmth, the hearth’s sweet grace,
Beyond the allure of lingerie’s thrill,
A tale of warmth and comfort, standing still.

In the old fireplace, and the woman’s glow,
A story intertwines, with ardor’s flow,
A dance of contrasts, in harmony bound,
A memory cherished, forever found.

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Her Witchcraft

ll this artful energy is divine, and legend –
Never a watched moment lost in tenderness;
Never the ghostly whisper of your gentle kiss,
Always the sweet surrender of the damned!
Look! Our frail past eclipsed by time;
Our meanings shouldered far away…they grew
Under our heartache, pushed past their prime…
Inside, I knew, that fateful day, I knew
Something stupid was summoned which closed our eyes;
Eyes drawn by exhaustian at the dread end game,
Making no sense at the mountain growth of lies…
And in this, I carefully erased your sacred name:
You have drowned me in your crafted world of pagan joys!

by Barry Van Asten

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Good Morning Lovely

Good morning lovely
I hope that you’re well
I know you feel lonely
But when you smile I can’t tell

I know things look bad
But there is nothing to fear
Sorry that you feel mad
Babe, don’t worry I’m here

Come sit with me for awhile
I’ll make us some tea
We’ll talk and we’ll smile
As long as you’re beside me

We can waste the day
We can laugh and sing
We can work and play
We can do ’bout anything

But when the days done
And the songs end
It’ll be me who has won
To have had such a friend

by Michael Silver

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The Daily Pains Of A Love Lost

Your elemental soul, filled with a hot fire
My spiritual heart, filled with a burning desire

A desire to love, to love my one and only…..
One and only? To love so young is to be left lonely

Lonely, without love, yet I have a chance
A chance to seal this pact, seal it with one final dance

A dance? A dance with the devil shall give me life
A life so prosperous I shall end this strife

What is a strife to someone so early, so young?
The stressors of a fight so young may leave me by a rope, hung

To die so young, these are thoughts of an act so weak
I vow to never fall victim to an act so unique

These philisophical words, so verbose, shall be ended with a kiss
A kiss, a kiss from the lips I dearly miss

I end here with a memory of your sweet affection
An affection that has brought on this welcomed infection.

by J.T. Solomon

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The Dream

Love, if I weep it will not matter,
And if you laugh I shall not care;
Foolish am I to think about it,
But it is good to feel you there.

Love, in my sleep I dreamed of waking,—
White and awful the moonlight reached
Over the floor, and somewhere, somewhere,
There was a shutter loose,—it screeched!

Swung in the wind,—and no wind blowing!—
I was afraid, and turned to you,
Put out my hand to you for comfort,—
And you were gone! Cold, cold as dew,

Under my hand the moonlight lay!
Love, if you laugh I shall not care,
But if I weep it will not matter,—
Ah, it is good to feel you there!

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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