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One of those nights,
when the music is just right
and you could live forever,
in that one line.
– discovery of a song!
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Clouds
they tell–
are beholders
of drenched
cities intoxicated
by loves never
tasted
of the
dances
never danced
they say–
of storms that were
wasted.
–waitingforthebluesky
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Eyes
once aglow
with your dawn–
now bereft
Heart the space–
an emptiness
Since you left.
–for you Buzo
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Stolen piece of time,
lovely keepsake
You,
a sanctuary,
my umbrella.
A soft reminder
of home
You,
are gently
tucked away,
in my nostalgia.
–waitingforthebluesky
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Be light now
like childhood,
light as cotton dreams
and sweet illusions,
be light now
as hued feathers
of unknown birds,
as light as wonder
and scent of herbs,
be light now
as are the pages
of an age-old book,
as light as
the whispers of nostalgia
in old streets and nooks,
be light now
but never be as hollow
be light now,
a tender reminiscence
will follow.
–waitingforthebluesky
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Standing on frail, slipping sand,
lured by waves drowning forever in the sea,
I longed, if I could only for a moment,
to become one with it's immensity.
–waitingforthebluesky
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My heart truely breaths
in grey watercoloured sky,
in the deep silence of
December nights,
when winter air lingers
in the warm walls of lungs,
chilled skin
chilly winds
soul still warm
and fire burnt
enchanting bleakness
dark and still,
in stillness
my heart is spilled.
–waitingforthebluesky
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We are irrevocably tangled
in our heartstrings,
trapped forever in
our own heartbeats.
–waitingforthebluesky
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In tide of words, mine you will see, those on tip of tongue, will never be.
–waitingforthebluesky
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Loose pieces of me fall when I shake my head, so I wrap them up on pen and write again I shake my head till I am empty, I collect them on a paper then blow a breath, to set them free now I am scattered in the air as free as I can be, I travel through ink into Timeless reality so I sit on my desk with ink stained hand, words escape through me and I, through them.
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A longing returns with approaching storm, like gathering clouds in my wishful bones, like towards a daydream I am drawn, amidst the thunderous rain I must belong, a longing returns with approaching storm, like there remains with me an unfinished song, instead of quenching it ignites my soul, and however long it may last, I shall dance once more.
waitingforthebluesky
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why time flows in one direction like an arrow, straight without bending ever, not meandering like a river, can we pick the pebbles of time like on a beach? keep those which we like in our pockets.
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when the moon is never lonely at night, and the dawn is yet out of sight, where not a star is made up of sigh, we will meet underneath that sky.
somewhere
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wishing for the night to envelope me and seep inside from all the cracks that sunshine left in me wishing for the stars to flow from my eyes instead of salt water like the sea.
waitingforthebluesky
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one day you won't recognise a face, but the human race will continue, not much time has passed for you you will try to find familiar faces, but too late they are all gone, you live forever while they just can't​ endure long.
waitingforthebluesky
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and I will be a dream that you will forget as soon as you wake up I will be a déjà vu, a place between remembering and forgetting, I will be your false memory forever stirring, a shadow of a feeling never existing but you will remember me in your melancholy, in a longing that can't be explained, as that beautiful part of your soul that can never be reclaimed.
waitingforthebluesky
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Worlds beyond
Beyond the stars Hidden somewhere hundreds of worlds, patiently waiting there Magic, whispers, stories we hear are the part of the worlds that are out there and we are living hopelessly​ rulling out the possiblity of magic living our life just like we always have without thinking, it is tragic that we have read about them, and in our dreams they have been, they are all the worlds that we can never live in.
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