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The sleepless poet
Cradled by the words
Deep into the night
Rendezvous with self
Solace in loneliness
Insisted by thoughts
In a reverie
There have been immense sacrifices
While birthing this beautiful planet
From the womb of this universe
Tears of joy held there in the oceans
It holds so many emotions inside
We have not yet felt the core
of the white
   of the black
of all eyes
   of green and
brown suffering
   in every leaf
of crimson and gold
     on all horizon's
of light and dark
     of every day
colors of tones
      painted by
humming along
       to seeing the
blue in a grey
     sky
of singing when blind
     of seeing the
sun rise,
       day after day
colorfilled blind and deaf
and around.
 Nov 2014 prasad bolimeru
AMcQ
Sometimes,
I don't listen
to the words you speak.
Instead, I watch
as your lips curve
and shape each sssound.
Sometimes,
I don't hear
a word you've said,
but I agree
with every breath
you've drawn between them.
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