Tag: Poetry
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old dream, second look.
I had this dream, A run away, To Desi tropical coast, An ashram, Bundled in the tree tops, Ocean mirage, While I immerse in yogic stance. I imagined, Bleached platinum hair hidden, Purple Hairdye That would dissolve when it was time to go. Four weeks? I liked the sound of eight weeks. In this space,…
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Stay Open
“I need you to stay open,” Whispered the moon. I choose to ignore, Sensing the pull, That takes me to seclusion. “Stay brave,” she insisted, Speaking to the broken edges, Wishing to inspire. But you see, Foolish enthusiast, You cannot out run the truths of the mind. They taught me well. The lessons they burned,…
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