Tag: love
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arboreal
you make me want to climb treesand read the storiesyou wrote there for me to findin the lines of the barksecret calligraphies you paintedwith moon dustand the last fallen leavesof autumn
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Sun and Candle
Stare into the depths of despair and grief. Find hopelessness in the movements of the stars…
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Among the Desolate
Somewhere along the way, without even realizing it, I learned to love the corruption…
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A Message Between Lovers
How full of fear are the streets tonight How heavy the air with the smell of it And still over it all flies a message between lovers Come and meet me at the death of day…
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Talk of Thunderstorms
When the door closed she showed me What was hidden behind her back A handful of fire that lit the walls with shadow And bathed our faces in twilight…
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A World in Daylight Beyond This Shore
His pulse aligned with the ebbing tide Foam-flecked sand awash in moonlight Losing track of the night beneath the waves…
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Symphony of Two
This couch is our throne in shadowSeeping through the open windowsPooling on the carpet and hiding us from the world.It’s too easy to believe in evil at times like this.Melt with me into the nightAnd let us hope we disappear togetherLost to the world—or fleeing it.Who will chase us before the way back is closed?The…
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Come With Me
‘Come with me to the end,’ she said.‘I know of a placeWhere the wind tastes of cinnamonRivers flow cold and pure Through meadows of goldAt night clouds departAnd stars fall like snowUpon the mountaintops.Time cannot touch us there.’ I listened to herAnd fell more madly in love.We could not knowThe end lay not in golden…
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Behind Us
Behind each foray into days whose truth has been forgottenTrails of used up bodies, broken hearts, souls emptied to the wind, lie abandoned.Happiness was given as a whisper for ears no longer listening,Still ready to radiate into the cold world of nowThough it does not stop the hands of time from growing old, moving onForgetting…
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Exist With Me
Exist with me in shades of gray.Become the color in my world— The air in my lungsThe fire in my soul.This ocean, this horizon, this open skyWitness our solitude, completed by each other.Winds whisper to us of the past and future;Beneath us the sea swells high with the truth of now.
Mitchel David Ring 