To while away the waning hours
beneath the scarlet, sunlit leaves
Now or never, say the flowers
they are dying as you grieve
...
'Kill me now! ' the writer said, his fountain pen in hand
the crimson stain upon the page had marked it like a brand
his rheumy eyes and matted hair suggested age and disrepair
he had no pride left to wear, and said glibly with distant stare
...
melancholy
midsummer's dreamers
passing sunny days and clear blue skies
and missing the rain
...
So see the poetry and shine
Your words make you as bright as stars
About you is a graceful air
While concentration fills your face
...
Silken halos round the lights
Wreathing unfamiliar nights
Dawn is still to far to say
I wish it were another day
...
Ascending raindrops, lilies bloomed
And there we stood so clear
And yet so indistinct, the background lay
Twining softly, limbs and boughs
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Denial is a hungry feeling
Towering like a tidal wave
Its sharpened claws can send you reeling
Will power is the force to save
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The furry pines flow down the mountain
Fur on an untamable beast
While green hills rest timid at the slopes
and roads drip off the sides
...
We both caught love at the midnight train
Standing by the stations doors
Looking at the other
Separated only by glass
...