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breeze Aug 2022

Red coloured oak’s hugging the ground,
It’s body swings beyond the edge,
There something else by what it’s bound,
Which keeps him stable on the ledge.

Its heavy roots grasping the soil,
Its dancing leaves greeting the moon,
Its curly twigs covered with foil
That sparks a magic at the noon.

And what oak’s holding no one knows
For all the strangers it seems bizarre
The moment you take off its clothes
The more enchanted then you are.

breeze Jul 2022

The flying leaf

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The flying leaf with (a) yellow texture,
is leaving home for something else,
It asks the wind to share affection,
To keep it sailing, to catch the sense.

From one perspective, it is falling,
On other hand, there’s spark of dance,
But only wind’s in charge of hauling,
To know its fate we stand no chance.

The weather’s changing, hours passing,
The leaf will make it to its end,
It takes it easy, without smashing,
It knows it will return one day.
~

breeze Jan 2022

2:40

two forty on the clock
and time keeps leaping forwards
dim room and single sock:
good listeners to my words.

the soulless rhyme with bitter aftertaste
and wasted time which digs the hidden sorrow
oh Lord, I wish some things to be erased
as easy as the present hopes tomorrow.

breeze Jan 2022

a dream

One place arises in my dreams
that I was searching long ago
but one who seeks sees what just seems,
to find then I must let go.

breeze Aug 2021

the warmth of snow

As I am falling into the abyss,
I try to hold on to a thing,
yet there is no way to resist
cold-blooded gravity of swing.

My head chill air begins to hit,
and with the accelerating speed
I'm wondering: "Shall this be it?"
My eyes feel heavy, I think: "Indeed."

A moment later I hear them scream,
as time slows down I face a flow,
I follow it and think: "Bad dream,"
Eyes closed farewelled by dancing snow.

#winter #snow #helpless #flow #rhyme

breeze Aug 2021

Call of the dark

As the darkness covers all,
All of above and of below,
As the night's hugging man's soul,
One ought resist not hidden glow.

As the silence starts to grow,
Buried fear must then unfold.
Shall now face he purest blow
Of the feelings that one holds.

#rhyme #time #night #darkness

breeze Aug 2021

a story of an errant man

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In every instant of the way
a man kept playing an offbeat game.
He's welcomed by the light of day,
though not at it man held his aim,
and night endowed him time to lay,
but man felt night will make him tamed.
Days passed as one kept straying far away.
He loathed the world, bad fate he blamed.
First week of May ended his rigid play,
at his last breath appeared a clear frame:

There was no light to welcome
nor he had time to lay.
There was just death awaiting,
for it has men to tame.
~

#poem #story