SNOWFALL

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⛄ Blue Stars / Future Crystal1 / Twinkle Night / Portfolio ⛄
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Clean me.
Snow on me.
Wet my hair.
Fall on my eyelids.
Drench my body.
Whiten the streets.
I welcome thee
into my heart and soul.

 

lematworks:

Produced by LEMAT WORKS

Blue Stars / Future Crystal1 / Twinkle Night / Portfolio ⛄

Clean me.

Snow on me.

Wet my hair.

Fall on my eyelids.

Drench my body.

Whiten the streets.

I welcome thee

into my heart and soul.

 

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ALONE

 

Alone can be refreshing,

A walk in the cold snow.

Lonely can be depressing,

A silence that hits you low.

 

Can we distinguish between the two,

As we listen to our heart’s song?

Our time alone is so rare and few,

Refreshing until it feels wrong.

 

At this moment I feel alive,

Alone but not lonely in my own place.

My dark spirit yearns to survive,

As I raise my happy face.

OPEN THE DOOR

Door to Fantasy Blue

 

OPEN THE DOOR

A door to fantasies.
To new worlds.
To new beginnings.
A life worth living.

A door to your imagination.
Where words flow like water.
Ideas ride the tides.
Stories to live by.

A door to your heart.
Love and happiness in store.
Clear blue skies for all.
Wishes set free to the wind.

 

 

WRITE ME A MELODY

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Sing me a song.

Write me a melody

Of times gone by

And moments lost in time.

Stroke the keys.

Massage the ivories.

Raise your voice high

Until I hear your words.

Words of hope and loss.

Sing them loud and clear.

Stories of faraway​ places

And times that are long gone.

I close my eyes.

I can still hear your words.

I can see your fingers

Stroking the black and white.

Your words have taken flight.

They reverberate through time.

They have left your lips

To land on mine.

A sweet melody

To soothe my advancing years.

A pretty song

​To wipe away my empty tears.

My Battered Heart

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My Battered Heart

The rose drifts to the ground,

Petals dry and wilting in the cold breeze.

A death resembling the demise of my heart

As an unraveling of feelings turns to dust.

A shoe grinds the rose petals to oblivion,

The preferred state of my battered heart.

The wind lifts the remnants of the flower

to circle around me with its dying breath.

THE WINDOW

Alley dark
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She peeks through the curtain.

Of this I am certain,

she knows nothing of fear

as I draw myself near.

A smile is on her face

as I quicken my pace.

The window grows dark

but she left her mark.

I know which room she does live in.

It must be tidy as a pin.

Her dark eyes have beseeched me.

I know she will complete me.

I just have to summon the courage

before my heart goes back to storage.

We belong together as one.

I won’t stop until I have won.

I raise my hand to the door.

My tears are ready to pour.

I won’t step away.

I’ve come to here stay.

HIS DEAR FACE

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In my heart, I know he is there.
Waiting for me, I have no fear.

Lost him so many years ago.
Tears have finally stopped to flow.

One day I will see his dear face,
But I cannot keep up this pace.

Living day to day without his love.
His warmth had fit me like a glove.

I must accept the sad fact
That he’s never coming back.

He will not be alone anymore.
My parents have now walked through that door.

I can feel him circling from above,
Reassuring me when I need love.