The Language of Myths: sem xtz

among lanterns
like a ghost
I will sneak
slow
and I will unmask
accurate defiant
all hypocrisies
world

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My Poems. Bird Of Paradise Bird of a strange paradise, how you descend upon the shallow tide with ruffled feathers and a quiet grace! The dawn is the time to wake up and face the new day with your secret strength. Let me watch you dance with all my days. Bird of paradise, let me match my footsteps upon the shores of your immaculate white sands. Ruffled feathers and a quiet grace, you have dropped a message in my lap. I read your presence in every wind upon the virgin sand. A breeze from an unknown land, peace from a healing song, your melody drifts on the waters here; I listen, and drown in the scent of stillness that wraps me all around

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Tuesday, 1 November 2016

sem xtz

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