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QUILL

Poetry

All the poems that seem to be devoured by oblivion; disdained by the muse yet remains loyal to its emotion. Quill is a collection of poetry I wrote in mid-2016 to early-2017. The persona explores odes to a muse that may or may not know him for who h...

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Here and Forever

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by canuscor

by canuscor

                                    
                                              I haven't met you before,but let me take this chance.
                          

                          I am stained by tears;
tears have kissed me in its merciless hour.
Tears that gets wiped away by someone
you once loved.

                          I have seen faces without smiles.
Faces filled with dark shadows.
                          I see these cards, I don't know what they are for
but surely, everyone's having fun on that table.
Cards, so thin and so frail, easy to burn
like a withered leaves under a scorching sun.
                          I haven't met you before, but let me tell you this;I have noticed your silence, and some
from the people around us.
                          

                          Let me embrace you as the clock turns twelve minutes
after the third hour.
Let me give you warmth as your cold body
slumbers in my foams.
                          I have learnt to love your silence,
your closed eyes,
your passive expression,
your fake reddish lips,
you skin so tight and immovable,your straight back
and that white dress they put you on.
                          

                          You are cold as ice,
eyes passive as a cloudless sky.
                          The clouds in the sky, alas, I see daylight!