Black wall

Driving through the highway
Piercing through storms… charging our way
Your silluette before I; rocking between my half closed eyes
The backdrop, a black wall sky
Behind you, I
Eons apart
So bare

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Knives

Series of knives, aimed at my heart
Lying on the ground, bleeding
With glimmers of a broken dream, of what once was
Floating and shimmering in maroon hell
Twinkling like stars in the vacant sky
Crusting along the winding route
Trying to find hope, something
Trailing warmth, till it dries

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The gift of heaven

I wish I could blow the white clouds towards you
I wish you could see what I see, smell what I smell, feel what I feel
The breeze
The scent of lilac and jasmine
I wish you could see the soaring eagle, high when it passed by
Or smile at the friendly play between bird-mates and bickering white butterflies
Wish you could trace the path of an airplane with your finger
Close your eyes at the sound of the hustling wind and the sight of falling leaves
I wish I could bring the heavens to you at your doorstep
I wish we could immerse in this beauty, side by side
And never go elsewhere

My meaning of life

Laying on nature’s floor, breathing in fresh air, feeling the pollinated breeze over my face, being next to the green plants and trees, accompanied by bugs and bees
Letting time pass by, fast or slow, with the fluctuating clouds above
I don’t care.
This is my meaning of life.

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