AmazingPhotos #25AmazingPhotos #25 by FrancescaDelfino
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Between the linesThe slow devouring of quicksand seepageBetween the lines by jade-pandora
through an hourglass of myself,
like romanticizing how Livingstone died
when it was actually long, and terrible.
This never changes, as I will never change,
even as the costly waste challenges
its chaste casting, and the extoller of
your emphatic approximations as my lover,
long after my fate has pulled yours asunder.
Hearts A-GlowHearts A-GlowHearts A-Glow by Trisaw1
Winged friends with arrows and bows
hover over two hearts a-bold
together they are forevermore
peacefully sighing with love's content.
And when Rome is spent
and bridges crossed to distant lands,
when ice melts and fences get bent,
when stars fade and flocks pass by,
breezes stop and rain falls from the sky,
ground gets wet and days grow cold,
snow blankets and mammals sleep sound
their love will prevail all year round.
Bound in hearts to simmer a mighty glow,
no need for Cupid to fire his bow.
For with hearts a-glow, the passion never dies,
neither frost nor war will prevent those eyes
from seeking out that one true love
that very one, that compatible heart,
the one where the stars aligned,
the one where harmony intertwined,
and the notes turned into loving song
to please the ears as a classic symphony strong
where love struck chose that moment in time
that very place where two separate souls
suddenly began to rhyme.
A fire lit in inner sphere
SongbirdShe was blind, but could seeSongbird by jade-pandora
everything. Nothing held back
the girl with moonbeams for eyes,
feeling the gardens she walked,
through dozing dewdrop buds,
and stepping from tangerine
puddle to tangerine puddle,
rippling away rain clouds from
the sky at her feet, as she shook
constellations from her hair,
while birds sang from her throat.
AbandonedThe stuff of stars never settles;Abandoned by jade-pandora
coming together, then pulling asunder
to drift, to join the ever-quickening race
towards obscurity while being observed.
I walk through cavernous concrete
pathways between skyscrapers,
standing abreast against their self-made
micro-climate, trying to confuse the wind
in my own obscurity, passing
through me like a mental sieve
made of atoms that out-number the
dark matter of abandoned eons.