Monday, 22 February 2016

one night...

In the quiet darkness
of the sad uncaring night,
sleep crept in gently -
unusually slow and late -
pillow its wet companion.

Saturday, 13 February 2016

we take for granted

We take for granted - 
the love that doesn’t hurt us. 
Seasons come and go;
come again, and we welcome 
them each time – shades of gray love.

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Thursday, 11 February 2016

she knew

She knew the game. She now had a choice. She could choose to play the game or choose not to play it. When she didn’t know the game, she was trapped in what-she-believed-to-be real. And then, she discovered it was just a game. She cried. She laughed. Cried, laughed, over and over again. And then, she settled. She now knew the game. She recognized it. She wouldn’t be trapped a second time; in fact, never again.

the pink dusking sky
their old charm loses its edge
paling the fair face

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