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 Oct 2020 artisticAR
Arya
If you touch me
with your cold fingers
you might feel ,
the mornings and evenings
passed with no reason
months and years
sustained by ignorance
shredded days and nights
enveloped with a silent rhythm
at last, you would see
the myth of my fragile
body's breathing soul!
Let's go back to the Genesis
And see this revelation endlessly
How fate brought us remedies
As we me(l)t helplessly

So many sweet and deep word dishes;
but was yet to tell you.    
Well, I might be the LOML that many wishes;
But I spelled you.    

On the wait was so many beaches;
But I select you.    
To swim in, the sea is with many fishes;
But I ensnared you.    

Well, I let it out the cage
And then you say Ye(a)s  
To paying off love wage
With me for these and more years

-Pastorlee
A true life storey, yet to be completed... Episodes of stairs that never ends.....

Pay attention to the words... Much wordplay
I know they look like sunrises and sunsets, but I was painting you.
When I painted all the rivers that lead to the oceans, and the glorious starry nights, and the flowers; the sublime orchids and the tender roses.
In the end
and from the beginning,
I was painting you.
 Oct 2020 artisticAR
Erik Luo
Cherry blossoms
Fleeting moments
Raining grace
With the wind

Singing about
existence
And dying
in acceptance
Impermanence
 Oct 2020 artisticAR
Benzene
Hey smile!
Where are you?
I'm searching you everywhere
But you are not there.

Is this our friendship
Which we have shared
I don't need you to be fake
Please give me a real smile
And awake

As it is the only one
Which can hide my pain
Comeback my dear
And stay on my face
Let's shake the hands
And disappear all the aches
“Do all poets wear masks?”

a stranger, unwittingly flung
into the path of the flurry
of my pen, asked me

No, I said. Only the sad ones...

“Aren’t they all sad?”

he said

(Check mate)
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