Htetmyet Ne' Ye' Poems

From the first glimpse of light,
The first breath of air,
The first echo of sound,
You were there from the start.
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In Thy Embrace

Grass damp,
Sky grey,
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I fear we will grow old,
When we get separated,
Turn our search to gold,
Never coming in anyone’s wait.
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Perspiration forms like glistening snow and hail,
Except there is no snow and there is no rain.
The electric iron, steaming, exhales,
A metallic monster, amidst the heat of the day.
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Evening air envelops the garden,
A misty blanket of hail and drizzle,
As the winds balloon through the curtains,
Amidst the distending shower, little by little.
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The raging winds howl through the air,
A gargantuan-turned monster,
The rain bombards our man-made lairs,
Every drop crescendoing stronger.
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I set afoot the torrid tarmac,
where all the ruckus layeth,
An untamed, barbaric bellow.
But the hassle remains,
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He, who excels in the heart,
Never dull nor cold nor old,
A butterfly lying on a stone,
Up until the end, struggles last.
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