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"December's poetry etched on every heart"❄️💙

Amidst December's chill, whispers of frost,

Nature's lullaby, a silent winter embossed.

Snowflakes dance, a ballet in the night,

Blanketing the world in a shimmering white.

Evergreen sentinels adorned with grace,

A forest adorned in a seasonal embrace.

Solitude and stillness weave their art,

December's poetry etched on every heart.

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i am lost

i keep losing myself

in the full and bright colours of the world

the blues pull me away from all else

in the bright, full stunningness of the sky

in the deep, throbbing, turbulent heart of the ocean

in those deep, musing, winding, pensive eyes of yours

the greens become enchantresses

through the old yet youthful flourishing backyard meadows of gentle octogenarians

through the dense, dark, mystery-cloaked forest with its thriving, chirping joys

through the speckled hairs of age-hardened trees, with those greens being their only sign of youth and joy

they invite me into their trance.

the yellows delight the fancies of my mind,

with each little dandy child flower dancing on a windy day

with each sliver of sun ray tickling tiny petal-covered eyes open

and with each child's delightful smile and joy at every idiosyncrasy of nature.

each colour combines to put on a wondrous, mystical play

and i remain an eternal spectator

each scene, each motion

replaying in the eye of my mind

at every moment of every day.

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We found the hues of love! 🌆✨💙...Exotic city lights yeah!🪐

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A VAGABOND'S TALE

In sixteenth-century Japan, Shinmen Takezou was a wild, rough young man in appearance and actions. His aggressive nature had won him the collective reproach and fear of his village, leading him and his comrade Matahachi Honiden, to run away in search of something grander than provincial life. The pair was enlisted in the Toyotomi Army, yearning for glory - but when the Toyotomi suffered a crushing defeat in the Battle of Sekigahara, the friends barely made it out alive. MUSASHI MIYAMOTO is the fictitious retelling of the life of one of Japan's most renowned swordsmen.

The "SWORD SAINT" Musashi Miyamoto's rise from a swordsman with no desire other than to become "Invincible Under the Heavens" to an enlightened warrior who lights up the ETERNAL FLAME OF YOUTH.

In the dawn of youthful skies, we burn,

Igniting dreams, our spirits yearn.

With hearts ablaze, we chase the sun,

Forever young, we've just begun.

Through tender moments, laughter rings,

A symphony of innocence it brings.

Unfettered by time, we dance and sway,

In the golden haze of youth's bouquet.

Oh, vibrant days of wild desire,

Where passions bloom and souls aspire.

With eyes wide open, we embrace,

The world's allure, its endless grace.

Let's seize each moment, bold and free,

Embrace the wonders that youth decree.

For in our hearts, forever lies,

The flame of youth that never dies.

~The Deepest Honour For The One Who is INVINCIBLE UNDER THE HEAVENS - MUSASHI MIYAMOTO

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So I've been amusing myself with Ruskin Bond's most exquisite and found these worth posting. Ruskin Bond uses these inspirational metrical compositions to amplify and intensify his finest to the extreme.

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Sunshine, rhythm and a spontaneous cloud nine feel. 🪐🌈💛

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June indeed yearns for days filled with sunshine and the blue sky ascending up to the cloud nine ☁️🪐🌻

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An imperishable divination of the human incarnation of life.

💙🎼

Hammond B3 Organ Cistern by Gabrielle Calvocoressi

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An authentic wonder it is to cherish the wild and the free; the bright and the dark...the fierce and the benevolent. This is, regardless to mention, a piece solely dedicated to the nurturer and the annihilator...

THE CREATION

Sapphire shades of moana.

Emeralds for the leafy panorama.

Seraphic reverberations of wild beasts.

Sublime echoes of ethereal angels.

The misty haze of the hills, solely unleashed.

The cerulean summertide.

The warm, pearly wintertide.

Amber flakes of autumn.

And the rainbow springs.

The sky above, a painted scene,

Where clouds dance, so serene,

Let's shield it from the human blight,

And fill it with stars, every night.

Rivers winding, free and wild,

Nature's veins, with waters mild,

Let us keep them clean and pure,

For generations yet to endure.

Oceans deep, vast, and profound,

Life's tapestry, where wonders abound,

Coral kingdoms, teeming with hues,

Protect their beauty, they're ours to choose.

In nature's arms, a world so grand,

Where creatures roam and rivers expand,

Mountains soaring, touching the sky,

Whispering winds, as time passes by.

A fragile web, where life connects,

Every creature, what it protects,

Let us cherish, with hearts sincere,

For a thriving world, we hold so dear.

~Arthur's Version.

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Brown autumn eyes As dark as the Winter skies My heart aches violently For the bliss of that Charming smile. Paradise I'm looking into, A universe in your heart For I wish to dwell forever Being the picture for your art. My heart yearns for yours As it had done Ever since the start. Little blue brush strokes In my body are nothing But humbly carved by you, You took my heart and pretend not to have it The blood is yours that runs them through. The daisies by the bloodshed lake Feel like you. The sun makes them shine bright In the blood which is mine. ~Arthur's Version

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I am the sunshine in a thorned canopy; winter's blazing warmth, summer's furious rage. A blooming sunflower in a field of black roses.

I am the sole myrtle on the grey pavement, spring's affectionate eye-catcher, autumn's desperate ambition. A yellow among all blues.

I am the lone shade in a black-white tint, the mind's willful thirst, yet an apathy belatedly. The vibrant and all the same dull. A drop of blood in veins running with water.

I am the little leaf in a scorched bough, the breeze's spirit and the rain's envy. Heaven's long-lost love, Earth's ever-bonded slave. A daisy in the bloodshed lake.

I am the blood in the white, the cherry in the pale. The heart's tender brush strokes, the valve's hassle. A clot in the moonly castle, or a poison in an apple.

~Arthur's Version

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Sometimes at night, when the clouds are few and the stars visible in abundance, I dare to whisper, "Please... I don't know what I did but whatever it was... I'm sorry... please... come take me home. "It's a bit tongue-in-cheek, but a very, very little bit indeed.

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In train station steps

Bushes gnarl over coke cans

To scrape metal tracks

-4am train to the airport 17.11.22

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Up in the clouds It's dark We see light We need a spark Lost in thoughts Feeling happy Looking for love Can't see it's hazy And oh! I've seen people Go insane Thinking they Ain't got any brains What a mess From a fire you protrude The fine wounds you posses What an elegant solitude You didn't realize You're blessed I'm choking for breath It's not good here Invisible but strangling me A never-ending fear Again we go high Up in the clouds Higher and higher We go Happier we become Some see light Some alive Some heal Some see Some breathe Some come And some leave Up in the clouds It's dark We see light We're the spark ~ Arthur's Version

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Wild Wings

Nature's fierce So is she Unfurling wings When she Wants to soar And All together Ripping them apart When those of others Have gone too far Silly they Haven't realized She can pour Thunder Make you suffer Make death Better than life For those Who mess With those Wild Wings

Wings those long to rise Wings those Toughen when She cries Wings those long For the sky Wings those Are as vicious as she... She nurtures Them with fire Those scars they Carved Won't last long For she goes on Forever To where her Wings long to be Indeed The nature's fierce And wild And so is she. ~ Arthur's Version