Lovers

Lovers   Wind is the writer, Earth is the page, Stories written all around Falling from the blue on the ground Flowers and fruits Grasses soft and tender Blooming, humming round the flute, Reaping for readers to gauge.   Wind is also a witness To dreads of many a kind, Earth, eager to erase The script so dead, unkind.   […]

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Changing images

Zeus has forgiven Sisyphus For divulging his secret, For being deceitful, For killing travellers, And for many more sins, His spirit now free; Today’s Polygnotus is busy giving The king a rest and the forever falling rock A stable look.   Thus the world has become light…   The Thinker of Rodin Is giving a flying kiss to the world […]

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Your love

You are the only sun of your life, and only you can make it shine to give it warmth and tenderness and love. You have no right to crave it from the others, and if you feel sorted out and forlornly cold-shouldered, those cold shoulders are your own, and only you yourself have closed your heart. There is no other […]

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Bleeding hearts

  They are more common than you think, the silent bleeding aching hearts of loneliness, too proud to give away their pain by crying, and the more their aching vibrates universally resounding in the ether of spiritual sensitivity, where they indeed can never be alone; since those who cry in silence without tears in constant inward drowning in their misery […]

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