maria guzvic

Time drinks my emotions
Worn out
And bare
My head
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A whisper of daybreak glimpsed through the slats of white window shutters
Cosily wrapped in her bed with dreams fading to a disquieting end
She rolled over slowly, automatically anticipating the shock to befall.
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A green flatland with marble parchments
Bouquets laid to rest at the side of the dead
Bones that have long since dried to dust
All those tears that have been shed.
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Streams in veins where love gushes through
Heart pumps wildly burgundy hue
A note out of place where an angel fell
Romances course which cannot foretell
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Doubt is an animal
That nibbles inside
Gnaws till the flesh
Rips on the outside
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Tears drive a path down a blackened face,
welling from eyes that squint in morning mist
and cry out for love from a mother never there
and a father ignorant of him. Abandonment weighs
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A star
Which glistens
In midnight shade
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What happens to dreams
When night has passed
When the sun awakes
And the world seems vast
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To be a leaf
On waters brink
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The air is crisp
And I am embraced
By winter chills
Which flood across the dales
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I step lightly
upon the rim of the crescent shaped shoreline,
counting each grain of sand
as I go.
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Resolute in his wish to be honourable
He was determined to take on the war
A young man, he enlisted and trained long hard years
If called upon, felt he owed his country the fight
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A wing flutters and my heart is light
Come the music, sensual, pure delight
The evening warms with magnolia sweet
Your arms open wide, my body to greet
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