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i. In which I don't sleep (I watch)
Beneath thick eyebrows
Midnight eyes smile; flutter shut
Dandelion wings
ii. In which I'm not cliche (just happy)
I kissed you.
No stars. No words.
Just warm. (Like a blanket.)
iii. In which a word is redefined (which word?)
At sunrise, he told me,
"Anger is a form of love"
As tears burnt my cheeks.
Beneath thick eyebrows
Midnight eyes smile; flutter shut
Dandelion wings
ii. In which I'm not cliche (just happy)
I kissed you.
No stars. No words.
Just warm. (Like a blanket.)
iii. In which a word is redefined (which word?)
At sunrise, he told me,
"Anger is a form of love"
As tears burnt my cheeks.
Literature
Silence
Un coup sec, un second, et le silence… à trois.
Le voile des artistes, lentement, se leva.
Au loin, un regard virginal se dessina
Tendre et parfumé telle la violette des bois.
Elle s’avança, timidement, à petits pas.
Au-delà de cet espace nu, elle dessina
Au pinceau de ses larmes, et au fil de ses doigts
Un petit banc de bois et un anneau de soie.
Elle comprit que son Valentin ne viendrait pas.
Son œil de jade se couvrit d’une perle d’akoya.
L'amant, dans son désir savait qu’elle était là…
Il lui tendit sa main, et elle se releva…
Ils parfumèrent
Literature
An Ode to the Place in my Dream
An island in the mist
Old and forgotten
A cliff side beaten by the sea
Waves crash against its sides far below
Atop the cliff a tree
Seemingly dead
But oh so stubbornly living
Its fellows long dead
Their children abandoning the cliff
But not this tree
It refuses to leave
It never blossoms and is always bare
But it lives there
On the cliff beaten by the sea
On this island in the mist
Literature
Don't Forget
I’m not even as half as strong
as I wish to be.
I’m not even a quarter of how clever
I’d like to be.
I’m not, I’m not, I’m not
oh so many things.
But I’m a million times better
then I was at the start,
a hundred times better
than I was ten years ago
and a fraction better than I was yesterday.
The things that defines me,
are what I’ve been creating all my life.
It’s the result of the mistakes and flaws
I’ve collected on my road
and the hope and courage
I’ve created for myself.
I’m not even a fraction
of what I wish to be
but it’s alright, I know it is.
Because as
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I love the phrase "dandelion wings," it's just so perfect and I can picture fragile wings like dandelion seeds blowing into the wind!