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Canvas
Dream as I might I can not recall.
Nerves, try if you may,
Paint this canvases of white
This blank sheet, so taunting,
Fill it,I shall, of black and color,
Of hate and sorrow,
Of love and bliss,
Of truth, such truth I shall feel!
Never will it be a void again!
Yet, I fear for it’s taint.
I dread the paint I smear on you
Would you forgive me for defiling you?
Or shall I leave you to your content?
For you to ponder with out existence.
Would it be cruel to breath life to you?
Wake from a slumber so through?

White Lilies
This frail, frail world of mine
Flitting as a blink in a life time of vision beauty fitting for the underworld
Pored our, drowning.
As a flower blooms to wilt,
I breath only temporarily
Would it be foolish to wish
its blossoms once more?
For my soul yearns the light of spring
In the deepest volume of winter.
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A Bee to a flower

I circle you day by day
Thy color bright and bold
I yearn for what you hold,
I circle thee night by night
In Luminous, lunar light
Yet thy nature fails you not
For I still crave for what thy has.

A humble bee, I circle ye
Thy luscious self devours me,
I only dream of thy heavenly delight,
For a taste of thy pollen,
a drop of nectar.

Thy humble bee, I circle ye,
I land on thy puffy dust
Filled the my lungs with delicious aroma,
Bent down and took thy seed
Sticky divinity, sweet miracle
I can taste thy wild color!

A humbled bee has had its fill
A humbled bee, I leave ye.
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Inferno
The night came burning,
Like violet inferno.
It’s Flames of darkness pitched the world black.
we sang for light,
Little did we know
The merriment of quiet
The serene slumber
Of the haste
Yes, our restless souls kept leaping
Never at ease even with ourselves.
Perhaps we could find
The dead calm in each other?
Let’s the search for it in the nights,
of violet inferno
And purple water
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