Micro-Poetry #34



Gone are the days,

In which life costs a limb,

Bring present the days,

In which watching the wind

And feeling the rain as it ends one’s pain;

Cleansing the skin –

Is enough.



If your love was the Pacific Ocean, I’d take the plunge into its depths and reemerge anew.



If home is where the heart is, then my home is the shadows in which my heart now bathes in. And your love is my financial situation: it is the very thing that keeps me there.

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