as the butterfly perches on the hanging lilac flowers,
a maudlin once again wrote a piece about her cherished shelter.
"the graceful vines that dances with the breeze,
nightingales' mellifluous hums shall ne'er cease.
the blossoms cascade very slowly, a showering fragrance.
as my eyelids open, I saw a sprouting bud in a sudden glance.
the stars, the moon and the foliage will forever glow,
night is undefined without their elegant show."
the maudlin abided the wisteria tree, all night and all day
to be enchanted by its beauty beyond her eyes can see.
—fomalhaut, 081320
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Gloomy Days, Serene Nights
Poesiaour mind is like the winter. cold, matured, senesced, rational and silent. our heart is like the summer. warm, innocent, vernal, vehement and vibrant. they are polar opposites. however, when we write, those two are fused. the heart be the faucet o...
