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  Apr 2020 Perry
Eloisa
I woke to a soft morning light
filtered through my pink curtains
and the neighbor’s heater vibrating in my ear
And through my window
saw snowflakes carefree dancing
in a radiant and romantic rapeseed field
Warmed by the scent of brewing coffee
and lovely thoughts of you
This magical sea of yellow
adorned by tiny lacy flurries
Let me forget the freezings that I’ve felt
and the dimness that I’ve seen
  Apr 2020 Perry
Sarita Aditya Verma
The canvas on the easel
Meadows and the mountains, ashen sky
Painting her passion
The artist
Captured in a frame
For my school friend, Sapna, she always wanted to be an artist, she is living her dream and painting her passion :)
Does most gorgeous paper craft, rangoli and painting  :)
Wrote it for her as she shared a live video of hers, while at work(painting)
  Apr 2020 Perry
Carlo C Gomez
When her dander is up
It's with utmost grace
Warming the fingers and toes
Of her children

When she dips below the horizon
It's with private time in mind
Seeking the touch from a lover
To take with her to bed

And when she opens
Her eyes at the twinkle
Of ante meridiem
It's with heartbeat & blood flow
Happy to have conceived
Another day of life
  Apr 2020 Perry
Mary Bennet
The Golden
Gate Bridge
is a harp.

It’s one
for a giant.

Yet the harp has
never been played.

If it would the
sound would shine.

Everyone would
hear it all
over the world.

The bridges ropes
turning to a line of
raindrops though.

Rush hour
would agree.

The fish long
to be free.

The butterflies
are blind.

Stars fly through
like sand.

Trees reaching
towards it.

Yet no one
hears the pulse
of a promise.
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