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The ambulance
outside again
It seems an early morning ritual
You were always daddy’s boy and that was ok with me
Because deep down inside I knew you really loved me
Forever and always you’ll be in my heart
Even if we are, now, apart
Go chase the birdies
Go chase the squirrels
Your now free to play with your brothers of course
I will miss our “conversations “ when we got home at night
Stewie, you gave one hell of a fight
Mommy and Daddy love you always and forever
Your paw print is imprinted on our hearts
Until we can, once again, be together...
Stewie, our cat, passed on to be with his brothers in Heaven last night. Our  hearts are  shattered.
 Aug 2019 Grey mirror
Aslam M
This Garden needs to be watered
    Every Single Day.
Death of unknown
Known stranger
Why does it bring sadness
Known through sight
You never met
Never would have

To reconcile with the fact

Was it the aura
Was it the soul
What was and will remain
The essence of it
What mattered as a whole
 Aug 2019 Grey mirror
Gods1son
Opinions are the cheapest
Almost anyone can afford
to give some away
Out of the many that
gets thrown at you,
Maybe a few would be valuable
Take them all, then
Sort out the recyclables
from the garbages
Let the irrelevant end in the landfill
When you find opinions of value,
Ensure to refine it.
A silver lining
crosses an endless horizon
deep silence echoes
over a waveless shore
I inhale the stillness
and it breathlessly welcomes me
wandering leisurely
into the stream
adrift in oceanless tides
beyond the boundless edges
escaping time
the voiceless in everything
whispers to me
“you are the threading of this tapestry
unveil its serenity”
and the verity of love
became me
8/9/19
 Aug 2019 Grey mirror
Eloisa
Shine
 Aug 2019 Grey mirror
Eloisa
In times when she feels crushed and broken,
she would watch the tiny messengers of hope.
The fireflies’ magical sparks remind her that even a little light can shine in darkness.
And when she’s completely torn into bits
that’s difficult to piece together,
she would look up to the sky and stare at the little messengers of life.
The stars remind her that she can still radiantly shine even in pieces.
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