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She wore her nightdress Black as gold like a dark star Baptism of fire © Bluecusp Creative 2017 РAll rights reserved.

Imprisoned flowers Parched of light Refuse to open For the honeybee Yearning to sip Of the nectar From under the Cherry blossom tree ©Bluecusp Creative 2017 РAll rights Reserved.

The bleating of corpses passing by with Dead words spoken from frost bitten lips Linger in the air like vacant cobwebs Their refrain silently torments Dejection creeps stealthily, tiger-like Through the moonlit bulrushes As the lone cricket chirps scornfully Amid the darkness of the night   ¬©Bluecusp Creative 2017 – All rights Reserved.

The look upon your face The one you revealed to me When I turned over the page A new leaf of a new chapter In the book of love That look left an impression So indelibly infinite even the Stars would pause to catch their breath How I long to see that look Your eyes full of honeydew Glisten in the twilight Focusing intently on the beloveds Captivated gaze, staring back Into… Read More