Staring at the ceiling,. As the moonlight peeps through my window,. I lay in bed, still. And you appear, wrapping your arms around me. You lie over me,. My chest embraces your dreary face. My solitary longing comes crashing, defaced. They remain warm, lingers of your touch. They remain moist, soaked in your tears. Still stretched out, in reminiscence of your embrace.

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Asymp; Leave a comment. The sage bell pealed like a blood orange. Spilled its flesh and soul. Whose banks have grown weary of emotion. Worn tired of holding back the waters. And cried its plaintive song to the evening air. Tangled man and woman and child. Like a nomad herd in search of water. Bending heads in wishful anticipation. Rain-soaked reeds their ears brushed by the swell.

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A collection of poetry to inspire all with a positive message! Published March 11, 2013. These are usually fuelled by irrational thoughts, but there are also real fears to be aware of, when we are faced with dangerous situations. Fear can overwhelm us, at any moment,. Warning the senses, something is wrong,. It can alert you! To impending danger,.