I have a rendezvous with a dandelion
in an enchanted garden of life.
It had me smitten by the sparkling stars in its fuzz,
the faded colours echoing with a solitary buzz.

Exquisite in shape, vibrant in face,
yet restless at heart and frenzied to the core
fraught with excruciating pain,
drained of all vigour, yet it doesn’t complain.

Too fragile to withstand the blows of violent wind,
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An engulfing silence on a quiet day

Brings rage to the calm blue ocean.

Thunder, thunder, serenity at bay.

In my garden, dozens of trees bend, sway,

and survive in a whirling motion.

A small, fragile tree, scared in an abyss of nothingness, swirling with dismay,

Cracking, crying, tearing at the roots,

The moment it knows it won't survive,

Yet vows to fight the violent ...

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I cannot write, yet I write

of metaphors I always use.

The grotesque skull under my bed,

black and white—

comes out, spiralling,

bringing me muse

of light, darkness, brightness, and night.

A lone flower, among eerily happy flowers,

resents the haunting silence,

singing with sullen sorrow,

seeking eternal solace.

It waits, screams, yearns, and dreams

till th...

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