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Clouds —Priyanshu Mehta

I look up above and wonder If it’s a sad thing To be clouds To not be able to confide in The Sun, the stars or in crowds To keep changing colours So they can keep celebrating the sky To keep floating around So little birds can fly and dive and enjoy To drain yourselfContinue reading “Clouds —Priyanshu Mehta”

In Between —Danica Aquino

I want to fill the spaces in between, Don’t think of me in the morning, When the earth is kissed by the first ray of sunlight, Don’t think of me when you’re stuck in traffic and you seem so angry waiting for the cup of coffee to kick in, Don’t think of me when youContinue reading “In Between —Danica Aquino”

Don’t Tell Me This Story – Melody Chen (Heartbeatingwings)

unless it has a happy endingi have heard how it goessummer romances wilting under the heatvoice signals lost along the distancea shiny new toy has-been discardedthere is no way to miss broken into wholeand i think you know thisit’s not hard to hear a heart that pedals your namethere is not enough time for usevenContinue reading “Don’t Tell Me This Story – Melody Chen (Heartbeatingwings)”

If I Were Born A Little Early – Frank Solanki

If I were born a little earlyI would have made electricityFirst to say — The Earth is roundCures for diseases I would have foundWould have theorized gravitational lawLeave everyone trailing in aweWould have had a star named after meA constellation or galaxyFuture generations would have studied meMy brain, my life, my familyBut I was bornContinue reading “If I Were Born A Little Early – Frank Solanki”

shubun ~ equinox – s.s. (Mindfills)

stars put together a celestial surprise my little beings * when on earth and sky a momentous magic wand spells an equinox * welcoming seasons night wakes in wonder wishing you sparkling new days * Written with all my love for R and D my son and daughter…  both born on an equinox. 22nd SeptemberContinue reading “shubun ~ equinox – s.s. (Mindfills)”

dream (returning hand in hand). – Lucy (Lucy’s Works)

Black feathers as I dreamed,do not look at me; ebony moonthe lust of the body of the shore,as nightmares, in what I’ve neverknown at all, reflect the Artemis moon;the fat, yellow moon; it’s a blood-huntto the red-hills,and a sea,cocktails of sweatdeath at the ground. There is beauty in the death of thingsin imminent dreaming,for it’sContinue reading “dream (returning hand in hand). – Lucy (Lucy’s Works)”

The Sound of the Sparrow —Michael33

The Sound of the Sparrow We’ve always been here Some of us just lingering in the silence Like a soft rain on a Sunday morn Awaiting the beautiful sound Of the sparrow Often we may linger Only briefly fore your eyes Like diaphanous hues of dawn Awaiting the sun We’ve always been here Some ofContinue reading “The Sound of the Sparrow —Michael33”