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Still Moon
Why does one feel with the moon,
Hidden at day and awake at night?
Why does one sing a tune,
Of all that is sad and full of spite?
Why hold on to goodbyes
And keep a sour mood,
When by all the time that flies
You could have been renewed?
O, know that in my mind you fill
And you will always occupy my heart.
So that when the world for me grows still,
Of my soul you w...
Tuesday 19th December 2023 5:06 pm
: Prose and Poetry :
He thought in prose everyday.
And in prose he made his way.
His head held the heart in check.
The heart had no choice to make.
Often it would in a silent mourn -
Stifle a sigh and a silent groan!
His head preferred nothing less.
The heart kept trying nevertheless.
Then deep inside he heard it's voice.
One day thus he made the choice.
And to hi...
Sunday 2nd July 2023 6:51 am
Snow in Spring (A Sonnet)
Snow in Spring
The buds on trees, once ready to bloom,
Are now weighed down in icy despair.
Deserted nests, birds are silenced in doom
Awaiting the spring sun's fair share.
Snow in Spring is a paradox of sorts,
A clash of seasons to nature's surprise.
leaving the path frozen the news reports
As winter's remnants refuse to demise.
The chill in the air, a bitter reminder,
That even i...
Monday 24th April 2023 4:23 pm
Early Spring Sonnet
The end of Winter's grasp now fades away,
As Spring awakens with its vibrant bloom,
The earth renews blowing softly across the bay
dispelling the coldness in the winter's gloom,
the Spring carries secrets of life renewed,
a promise of the growth that's to come,
the hazy sunrise, dancing on the leaves like dew
in a symphony silencing the hum.
My emotions swell with gratitude and cheer
...
Sunday 9th April 2023 8:26 pm
Smitten (A Sonnet)
He was smitten with love for her;
by that arrow deep and sure.
A gooey warmth between them;
filling the heart all within.
But, love's shaft festered, stinking foul;
to gangrenous, aching howl.
Through steamy glass his love moaned;
as he stood outside alone.
Those barbs cannot be reversed;
holding fast in a soul feeling cursed.
Longing for the lost one gone,
to the breast of a differ...
Saturday 21st January 2023 2:49 pm
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