Christa D

Magnificent is the moment when the sun melts in the ocean.
The bloody clouds are coming forward in harmonic motion.
The sky, enhanced by golden shades, is shining out.
This scene is taking breath away without any doubt.
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Being alone with you is a breeze in July
Every time it is a torture to say goodbye.
Inside of this kaleidoscope of emotions,
The world, time and space are just notions.
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Discarded, due to its lack of might
My hearts wanders through the shadows of the night.

It seems like love was the twin of suffering,
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Ray of lights were leaking from the blue sky
But, inside I was feeling blue without knowing why
The blues singers were still performing in my head
Creating with my feeling of blues, an
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When the verso of the idyllic world enters the scene,
Each " I love you" is a boomerang of blazing spear.
The hours soar between dark clouds of frustration.
Rumbles of famished souls give birth to night owls,
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Swimming in a lake of pure gold
Doesn't matter when there's no passion to hold.

Although his pockets seem bottomless,
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When worldly glitters shone bright in his virgin eyes,
The prodigal son was ready to pronounce goodbyes.

Now the wind was blowing in the opposite way.
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Heavy eyelids and weary muscles aren't sufficient,
Pills and puffy pillows have no effects,
Even the concert of yawns is meaningless
When the stubborn body is still lingering.
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When the frenzy of emotions shakes the lacrimal glands,
The fate of the mind is no longer in your hands.
The generous flow of tears would never run dry
Even after flooding your consciousness, it won't die.
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It wasn't just a gaze.
It was a gaze of power and sensitivity
A gaze of tenderness and judgement
A gaze of genesis and revelation
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Inherent of his lips of burning brass,
A smoke of incense was swirling around.
His words set the frigid heart in flames
And consume the shadows of doubt away.
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It was a trophy of silver.
I'd polish it with my sweat at dusk,
Wipe it with thin layers from my heart.
And put it under my covers every night.
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No rays of sun mirror on the lake of your eyes
Yet your gaze makes my soul translucent.
Your lips are not smeared of honey,
But your words, newborns of your heart,
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Your voice is a sword
Shoved in the heart of injustice.
Your hair, as stubborn as you,
Vowed a cult to Mother Africa.
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The words were chunks of iceberg sucking my face.
The zephyr of your Antarctica swaddled my soul
When question marks were breeding in the nucleus of my brain.
Why did our summer solstice have to scatter in the void?
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