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I wonder what your doing..
Or how your living life...
I wonder if you have learned anything new today...
And how did you sleep?

Of ALL the questions that gets unanswered,
the BIGGEST one is Why?

Or why can't we be together?
Why can't I watch you grow up...
Or why can't I be the one to lead you through this life...
All questions... that I'll just never know...

NOTHING MORE TO SAY

When the last words have been spoken
And exhaled breaths are finally emptied
No residual meaning to scratch or graze
Perhaps the well is dry, or grit run out
But there will be more, have no doubt
As one carefully selected sign off phrase
And no language any longer exempted
An outburst done and the seal is broken

Summer slips from our fingers,
‎a child in motion,
‎unaware of endings—
‎
‎like lovers lingering at the door,
‎dreaming the night
‎might last
‎one moment more.
‎
‎To the sun-lovers,
‎it is the late-day gold that lies,
‎light stretched long
‎while shadows sharpen.
‎
‎To the heat-haters,
‎it is sweat’s final siege,
‎a month too long,
‎a breath too hot,
‎and ninety-two days
‎of scorch.
‎
‎We chased fireflies
‎into dusk-lit theaters,

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It was almost empty then.
A few dried coconut leaves and shells lay in a nook.
I always withdrew from the hullabaloo.
Yet I wasn’t alone in that thatched woodshed.
A chameleon on the bamboo pillar often stared at me,
changing its color to red.
I didn’t believe it was sucking my blood.
Under the roof of my dream,
I reclined in a cane chair.
William Shakespeare gave me philosophical company.
I could hear the Western huntsman’s horn.
When I slipped into a snooze,
Lucy Gray gave me a nudge.

As I dream of future days,
bright prospects, a new life phase,
a journey out of this world,
tantalising thought unfurled

It's in the  stirring from a deep sleep, the first light sounds,  this town swings 

New month and new hope,
for season watchers  who love,
that  riot of hues

Fresh dawn
colour and zeal
bright morn

Heartfelt
raptured summons
ice melt

Timeline
suite of brushstroke
divine