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Not Very Subtle, DadThe robin’s back again. / Same one / or at least that’s what I tell myself.

Flutterbye Floats Beneath The MoonShe floats beneath the moon’s soft-petaled light, / A hush upon her brow, serene and wide— / As if the stars had kissed her soul at night

Star Light, Star Bright...First star I see tonight— / not with eyes, but with the soul's aching lid / half-lowered in the hush of dusk.

Vow Without A PromiseI couldn't think of what / To promise at this altar but / I can tell you these things:

DreamsThe very second / we wake from them, / they can be so very, very

I knew a poetess, Mariya (tribute, in my meager way)I knew her for a moment / like passages in rhyme / her heart a gentle flutter

@TemporalFugue13

Palimpsest with Fire-Bombing TeethHe finds her work the way a cut finds salt— / by accident, by hunger, by the old compass that turns toward ache. / He sits with the pixeled book open like a door blown inland by weather,

THE HEART LONGSমন যায় (TITLE) / মন যায় তোমাক আকৌ এবাৰ চাবলৈ, / মন যায় তোমাক কাষত পাবলৈ,

@Blue-Sapphire18

EyesEndless depths in a naked reality / Crafted from the glass of the Milky Way / So that a brush of sunlight could sweep them away

In Another LifeIt was not a meeting... / not in the way the world counts meetings, / with names exchanged

When You Leave Letters For Each Other Inside The Apartment**Dear Taliia,** / Comrades making hundreds of crazy / TikTok dance videos in the forest

One Month’s MindThey gathered the way people do / when there’s no right way to gather / by accident, by necessity, by love.

The Things I Am NotI am not the things that have happened to me. / Let those words stand like a cup on the table, / plain, chipped, steadfast ...

Jupiter-Venus ConjunctionWe lay back on stone-cool earth in the Góry Świętokrzyskie, / July breathing spruce and flint. / The Milky Way—Trail of the Ancestors—

Beneath the FrostBefore dawn / the sky is the colour / of opened flesh,

MYSTERIOUS DIARYAn empty house. / Open doors. / A broken windowpane.

@Blue-Sapphire13

LIFE SENTENCESometimes, / you are brought back to life / only to serve

@Blue-Sapphire4

For Blue SapphireSome poets arrive / wearing crowns. / They bring long words

The Experience MachineThere is, they say, an elixir / small enough to rest on a tongue / like a secret

CharterWe sign nothing on paper. / We take oaths / the way frost takes a field—

The Time FadesTo rise above all the voices that tried to bring me down, / The gestures that wound, the silences meant to hurt. / I dreamed of a vengeance that would soothe my heart,

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The Philosophical Tram⭐ THE UNPOLISHED SEASON — Poem VI / The tram started / with a sharp, metallic screech –

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The Weather That Refused to Set the Mood⭐ THE UNPOLISHED SEASON — Poem V / The weather didn’t help. / Not with mood,

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Indian SummerThere are summers / that arrive after the harvest. / Not true summers—

The Boy I Used to Be Couldnt Recognize MeI asked my younger self if he still wanted to grow up. / He stared at my tired eyes and quietly changed the subject. / “Do we still laugh so hard we can’t breathe?” he asked.

@yorpoeticalgorithm14

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