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a subtle aroma of gardenia

enters my open window

mingling with sandalwood candles

her audacious snaking silhouette

embraces and exhausts

the flames

#cherita #mypoetry

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how do I give you what’s left of me

how do i pierce your heart

so we become stargazers

there is no day or night

there is no black or white

just a song & a rainbow

#cherita #mypoetry

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sunday morning quiet & coffee

occasional screeching

from the trees holds my attention

a silky curtain

happily waltzes in the breeze

behind open shutters

i’m engulfed by a blue sky

& refreshing aroma of ocean

where the boardwalk never closes

where lovers whispers

can be heard

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she unfolds herself into me

like sandcastles succumb to waves

where I lose & find myself

unbound by rose scented lips

& a heart of a gypsy, she danced

picking wildflowers in a swirl

this, the epiphany of enchantment

as dulcet rhythms thrive

in a mellifluous pulse

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she’s not the flame

but the eruption within

a steady flow of glazed desire

scolding the surfaces of touch

there are no reminders

this is not easily forgotten

a love transformed

from bud to bloom

lanterns that remains lit

illuminating the ache

of a web she weaves

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everything spoke to me

except the echo of a voice

that finds me amidst

the deafening silence

of lonely midnights

with constant sleepless dawns

~

i knew that picking you

a white rose

before the petals

saw the sun

was too soon

just as you were taken from me was

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my sanity has become a canvas

glaring at it in a rainstorm

smudged, withered blacks & whites

colours of ethereal beauty

parallel only to a dream

what ever happened

to the eloquence of sun & moon

a pose of unfinished strokes

where is the rational

when all the hearts

wash away

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