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Memories, Oh! the memories
Ones I used to have
of you, of us
they are fading away
no photos no letters
your smile, your laughter
vanished, vanished like the snow

Your eyes, they were hazel
hazel or brown
the colors elude me
your voice, your hair color
all gone with the wind

Memories of you i barely recall
first your smile, then your voice
soon your name they'll all be gone
and all that'll be left
Will be memories of your memory
I knew it'll come to this just didn't know when
Who are you to judge the life i live?
I know i'm not perfect
and i don't live to be
but, before you start pointing fingers
make sure your hands are clean.
Be kind to all kinds
Because you will find
By being kind to all kinds
Makes you the best kind of
One of a kind.
Sea
Salty air, wet hair.
Sun shining bright,
Sand warming my toes.
Watching waters,
Rise and fall.
Oh look!
A small sea star,
In a tidal pool.
This is my home,
Where I really belong.
No matter where I am,
*I will always be part of the sea.
Cross legged
sitting in lotus pose
she blushes,swells
a white lotus
before the rising sun.
Palms are pressed
together in front
in a "Namaste"
to the divine, present
in everyone.
He is now just
some other, no special
eyes while closing tell.
How 'yoga' with the
higher self could  exclude
amour's special privilege?
Adamant to reclaim it
between  points of twin buds
his eyes vacillate,
her eyes closed shut, still
moves, lids peel a bit
lips curl and sent a hiss
like a hearty exhale
it sounded "decedent"
Nama(bow)+Te(you)--"Namaste"(meaning I bow the divine in you)
Yoga--join(communion with the cosmic consciousness, for which steps are totally eight, yoga postures are one among the eight)
When all you see is darkness,
please let me be your light
You don't drag good friends down,
they go willingly so you are never alone
Someday, I will smile a genuine a smile,
A smile that will be pure, true and heartfelt.
I will wear it and travel miles and miles,
Wear off those in the past I felt.

Someday, I will be truly honest,
I will tell you how I really am.
That if back then you saw me at my ‘best,’
You’ll know I’m not really ******.

Someday, I will stop my hypocrisy,
And save myself from being a casualty.
Someday, I will be happy.
Someday, I will truly be happy
As my first post here, I'd wanted it to be kind of hopeful.
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