Yearning for the stars,
Yearning for love that’s ours,
Yet we wander through the night,
Yearning for dawn’s light.

Yonder, dreams take flight,
Yet fears hold us tight,
Yearning for freedom’s song,
Yearning to right the wrong.

Yet in every heart's beat,
Yearning for a love complete,
Yearning for the endless sky,
Yearning for wings to fly.

Yielding to hope’s embrace,
Yearning for a sacred place,
Yet in the darkest hour,
Yearning for inner power.

Yearning for peace to reign,
Yearning for the end of pain,
Yet through it all, we find,
Yearning unites humankind.

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the shadows loom,
A weight upon
my heart's own room,
Each breath a struggle,
burdens heap,
In darkest nights,
where tears may weep.

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Thou Art Thy Guardian, Boy!

Look toward the fifteen, delicate ego, when thou were
Solitary, a year ago. Losing thy best companion, being
Miserable without communion, listening to others' so-mockery
With fragile feathers on thy back, damag'd by haters' jerk fate
Forced to became a sober, away from "true yourself", changing
Thyself for loons' sake. Being weirdo and doltish, is what they say,
Was that true? To make thou down?
Or to speak fax? Or cause of envy?

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In the gaze of the lens, worlds whisper,
Echoes of time in each frame shimmer,
A dance of light, where dreams glimmer.

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Haiku (With The Pale Moonlight)

With the pale moonlight,
On feathers the repose flies,
By winds, mild plight.

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In the silence of night,
I find solace in my bed,
where dreams whisper tales of wonder,
until sleep gently claims me.

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And I Chose Myself

Across a cascade, shadows of deceit dance,
By tunes of chalant grief, trusts' dyes fade
Facing end in amour, left scars to a trance,
Tinting thy sham oaths, with a vivid shade.

Beyond each chorus, mended verse extend,
Wrecks for woe theme, the rhythm foretell
Beside thy thrown debris, for me, I ascend,
Unto harmony, for heart's lyrics to compel.

Circa an orchestra, a beguile flow in tones,
Amid lively decays, flashbacks as in a show
Every beat unveils dread, hurled by stones,
Searing memoirs, forging ahead along glow.

During the aurora, when moon's cue rises,
The delicate heart snubs, aware of thy ploy
Onto a discern, finding me, the mind sighs,
Graving thy play, claiming my spirit for joy.

Exiting a derelict abode, mementos behind,
A cadence to chaotic affair, softly had sung
By the bridge in symphony, our paths lined,
For panacea, 'twas a key to be grimly hung.

Forth to the dawn, dusk's adieu in the back,
The severed tie wraps, once set off by thyself
In the sunrise quietude, I chose varied track,
Cause with farewells to thee, I chose myself.

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There My Heart Has Etched

When tinted flames unfolded thy vicious love,
My cradled sand couldn't suff, as thou top the trove,
For thou art my revered orchid, I being a ragwort,
With thy snubbed treason, having utmost clout,
Thou art the one, my heart cans't live without.

In volcano's rage at thy disputes that ponder,
Amid vile trails, why the mind feels thou, I wonder,
For thou art an august gale, I being a fragile leaf,
Over thy debris, aware of our noxious about,
Thou art the one, my heart cans't live without.

On the placid canvas, the folklore we painted,
'Twixt thy abysmal crystals, by disdain, thus fainted,
For thou art a remote hill, I being a sunken valley,
Sinking my aura, yet by ears to thy livid shout,
Thou art the one, my heart cans't live without.

By a mystical ladder, climbing to thy fortress,
Below insecurity, my schmaltz for thee transgress,
For thou art a prime ether, I being a dismal mist,
Despite thy cold traits, hoping amour to sprout,
Thou art the one, my heart cans't live without.— % &Into a dark cave where echoes of qualms arise,
Thy flaws revise dubiety, through a flint in disguise,
For thou art witty Beatrice, I being firm Benedick,
From thy pale discords, to grasping no doubt,
Thou art the one, my heart cans't live without.

Beneath a dull fountain, there lies a stronghold,
A tale formed, with tragic end, as modernly 'tis told,
For thou art a thorned rose, I being a frantic bee,
Via an eye to hurt, I chose my voice to a route,
Thou are the one, my heart cans't live without.— % &

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A Keepsake From The Intimate

This is something thou must know,
With the flare of love, the frayed tie sings,
For 'tis a memoir, to the past glow.

Like estuaries, bound to sea in flow,
Flashes in our tale, my dull reverie brings,
This is something thou must know.

In night's blue, delving chats in row,
Via grasping, our rapport my heart clings,
For 'tis a memoir, to the past glow.

On each rhythm, unfolds our show,
Songs related to thee, thy souvenir rings,
This is something thou must know.

By love's aroma, amid zephyr's blow,
A split to avert clashes, as thy hate stings,
For 'tis a memoir, to the past glow.

At an era's grave, pages torn though,
Inside a chest, with our treasured swings,
This is something thou must know,
For 'tis a memoir, to the past glow.

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The Cadence Of Mournful Mornings

With the midnight's grace, qualms softly embrace,
To thy facades, like twisting waves to grasp,
In a closet's space where the kins left trace,
Thou, the flown bird that left trails to outlast.
On the heart of seashore, when tides' pace evokes,
By a mourn of thy eloped sakes that stride,
The will to feel moments once kiss'd provokes,
Thou art now departed, not keeping me aside.
Toward the gate of nature, with walks we featured,
Across the fates, holding thee like lush pearl,
Bereft of swan song, all cues I captured,
Yet words unsaid, for thy eyes, were a whirl.
Back to June's melancholy, cause for thy elopement,
A cousin worth a company, with a vile displacement.

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