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Swan song…

Unmemorable sight, miserable delight! Regrets inked deep in her bruised soul. No exit in view no more hint, no more cue. Her heart, a blackened piece of coal… Out of tears, rocking fears. Just waiting for the final sound of the gong. Spreading wide wings, shadow growing. In a ruffle of feathers letting out her…… Continue reading Swan song…

Blogging · French · poetry · short

Micro poésie du vendredi…

  Fendu, mon coeur de porcelaine. En mille et un ‘’je t’aime’’ Mille et un regrets, éparpillés, papillons de tendresse aux ailes arrachées…

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Oh Precious…

  My love for you is well beyond lips touching, and sweet little nothings, whispered to a shivering ear… Beyond sacred promises, oaths and vows… It has no boundaries, follows no timeline, knows no rule! My heart sings a song of its own… Your name, perfect chorus to my Gaelic lullabies. Oh Precious, my Love…… Continue reading Oh Precious…

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Volatile…

You build a cage, a crochet razorblade barbwire tight web… Your spider legs waltzing on the intricate maze. Not listening to the sun rising… Setting… Rising again over the crimson horizon. You weld, stitching hermetic steel blankets around your weakened heart… Monochromic Fabergé egg holding sore unspoken words. You peek one last time, fake one…… Continue reading Volatile…

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My kingdom…

  I am the child Of Cold. Tight Knitting of the four Zephyrs. Winter Flows through My veins, I’m only Alive in the cold November rain. Crowned Ice Princess.. My kingdom For one caress of Your Icelandic breeze. My kingdom, if You please…

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Cold…

  Ivy shadows dancing in the wind, dying flapping of a ghostly pidgeon’s wings… A siren afar ripping through the silence of the night, a neighbour’s child giggle, Do they realize it’s almost midnight? Trying my best to warm my hands on the last candle’s flickering flame… But it is useless, my knuckles are already…… Continue reading Cold…

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Drink…

  Drink, from my sanctuary cup. My cup of friendship, of understanding, of forgiveness. Drink, To the errors made. The mistakes you do, and the ones coming… Because you weren’t Aren’t, And won’t ever be perfect. But you’ll always be the best You can be. And that will always be fine by me.