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Aer Jul 2020
you're confusion.
a single word uttered from your poisonous lips
can create a wholeness so pure in my inner being,
yet also cave a hole into my awaiting soul.

you're chaos.
using your words as weapons,
fighting fire with passion and igniting a storm
that had long faded from my world.

you're the devil.
creating in me bitterness, a fallen angel—
and with every bruise your love left on my heart
I wonder if I left even a scratch on yours.
do I even cross your mind?
  Jul 2020 Aer
Puny Penguin
/ɪˈfɛm(ə)r(ə)l,ɪˈfiːm(ə)r(ə)l/
adjective

• I know that I am mortal by nature.
My presence will eventually be erased,
and I will be forgotten.
But for each and every dreamlike moment I spend with you,
for a brief moment, the universe holds its breath.
Time stops. If you blink you’ll miss it,
but if you don’t… you’ll see an
immortal and pure love that transcends time and space.
Everything will fade to black
and there will just be us and only us if not for a fleeting moment.

• Like watching a timelapse of the night sky,
like watching the glowing star trails,
time flies when I’m with you.
We spend hours on end together
only for it to seem like a handful of minutes.
Time marches on. He is his own master. He waits for no one.
Through Time’s eyes, us humans
have only been around for less than a fraction of a second.
Despite that a mere second with you is an eternity.
Even if it’s a passing moment, it’s a moment spent with you.

• Things are temporary.
There are only so many hours of sunlight,
only so many hours during the quiet night.
There are only so many fairy-lights lighting the night sky.
And our time together will also one day come to an end,
as all good things do.
Despite this, the years spent with you,
the months, weeks, hours, minutes- each and every single second
spent with you will be treasured and cherished.
You are loved. Now, today, and until the day that I die.
Not the original format... but this'll do. And to you who spent a passing moment, a short glance at my writing... thank you.
Aer Jul 2020
is fleeting, tender butterflies
and bashful smiles hidden
beneath wisps of hair.
it's in the small moments
Aer Jul 2020
created by Mortals, or simply
an act of the mind.
generated by intentions dark,
entered by the unaware and made to
shackle Monsters.
do we create the cages for others, or are we shaped by the cages around us?
  Jul 2020 Aer
M Solav
Dansent les papillons
Tourbillonnant,
Virevoltant en trombes,
Valsant dans le vent.

Battent leur battements d'ailes
En frivoles palpitations;
Contestant le calme du ciel
Chahutant leurs dérisions.

Tombent ces feuilles vivaces
Sans le moindre abandon,
Aussi malhabilement
Que sans grande confusion.

Valsent les tourbillons
Imaginaires, papillonants;
Vortex de leurs ombres,
Caricatures d'ouragans.
Premier couplet écrit en août 2016.
Le restant fût écrit en juillet 2020.


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www.msolav.com

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