Ditou!
Me Tou dous i ranpli ek trout bote.

Trout bote lo lazou...
Trout bote, tou larz dan kot leren...
Osi in plake lo zardin pli entim...

Roz rouz Tou dous, i pali antann mosyonn..
Sa landwar entim.
Lapo byen dekalte ek lapwent penso....
Seve i fer lakostaz laroul an tonban,
me zanmen vreman tonbe.

Tou dous, an mars men a men anba
soley bomaten .
Touzour reveye pa bezwen reveyon pou
bouz pli devan.

Lakoral zonm i soufle,
ler tou dous i pase.
Bel bel promes gany prezante pou tel keksoz.
Me Tou dous, I dan enlot galaksi.
Koz son
LANGAZ
senpleman.

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We sail like butterflies towards the clouds.
Endlessly airborne.

Caterpillar phase...
The first steps....
The first mishaps.
The first of many lips to lips encounter.
The memories flashes like lightning.
Alone atlas, what young romantics desire.

ASail with the wind.
Hold the flesh and breath until
composite of solid matter.
Liquefied,
such fantasy is revealed
in heated mist....

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My thumb centimetres away,
from the clear glass.
The use of stamps won't be needed.
Old ways have died , from Quill to ink.
To ink in pen.
Yet notification is stagnant.

Write me a letter...
Instilled the address on the left, please.
Have your perfume absorbed in the papyrus.
When my fingertips uncovered, the
envelope gate, ready to be basked by
emotional embrace.
Her scented perfume will cuddle my screaming
Soul.

Target the vulnerable parts.
I desire your nails to dissect the hidden parts.
Fine tune my anatomy, my chemical reactions.
No longer bonds, with the design of a stress
free environment.

Have your breath installed in me...
From my artic heart, she will
bring spring back in my blood
STREAM.

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Do I see her?
Wishful thoughts, indeed.
Isolated by lands & sea's...

Do I feel her?
Booo bap....
My life engine has spoken.
The heart rate monitor has gone up.

Do I speak to her?
Sands of time have caught up to us.
Now, a mother of her own.
Wife to a handsome husband.
What words can be installed on such
canvas of life...
Painted black & white.

Do I the Quill Master.
Muster boldness in the process
conquer fear itself?
Allow truth to settle in, set my
torn soul FREE.

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Tip toed....
The svelte silhouette effortlessly
Tip toed down the hall....

Tip toed....
The firm bicep engulfed her...
Salty sweat,was the a.c off?
None of that, heat their bodies, releases,
intensify.

Tip toed...
She was the newly found continent.
He explored the dry to wet lands.
The panty drop kind style.
Winds of moans erupted...
Language of lust pronounced at the tip of
her tongue.

Tip toed again....
It was all a dream,
Yet the mystery man is so real....
Eye shuts off again, secretly hopeful.
To return to such unspoken
fantasies

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Like a virgin ready to greet the groom..
Her eye lashes whispers a lost language.
Gleeful eyes sank deep into his...
Collides like an asteroid on the moon.

Like a virgin...
The lost language of only stares,
as they both drown in emotions of anguish
& relief...
Each other's breath echoes.

Like a virgin.
The cuddles send shock waves throughout
her & his system.
Their lips parted, and wet is the feel.
The tongue of the hopeful romantics,
Sword dance, body fluids in deep
toxic connection.

Unspoken matters

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Boss up..
Got them degree but learned nothing.
Boss up...
Little did it know that the taste of humility was.
Enrichment like uranium when refined.

But noo0 young Boss up.
Praised before earned up...
In front row 💯
Wowed by the spectacle, shocked by the hype
of trend.

Lack in wisdom..
Didn't pay close attention whilst clutching
It's clutch.
Unloaded in corporate collapse.

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Li sa enn.
Ki fer fleri en leta mantal.

Li sa enn.
Ki tous bann kwen lezo...

E li sa enn...
Ki fer sa melanz karnivor
enn ek erbivor.
In fini gany fiste ek lizye,
Dekoupe e ase ek mo,
Miz anplas pou sa pla fantezi.

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Breath a beautiful word.
like we usually do.
Inhale in our blood streams...
The flow of oxygen is the
sweet sign of relief.

Talk about heart aches...
These letters shaped in anti antidote
phrases are unkind towards the soul.
Lest this life engine is loaded with quake.
Unspoken matters.

Step into the storm...
Prepare Mr. Sail for his delicate dance, with
Lady wind.
She blew her powerful breath, assail the
towns of hearts.
Dust & debris.
The agony, still ray of sunlight,
shimmers hope .

Dew drops...
Beautiful dew drops,,,
Stare at a dew drops the complexity of
beauty and simplicity in refined detail.
Says life is beautiful.
Before I rest, the Magic & Quill.
Consumed the final ink....
Wonders of poetry,breaths in many forms.

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Dearest bee,

This letter is crafted with care.
That can be sent to the cosmos.
Transcending earthly boundaries.
Filled with hopes and dreams,
embarks on a journey beyond
our atmosphere.

The alphabets, carried by light,
traverse the vast expanse of space,
seeking distant celestial destinations.

Eventually, this missive arrives, potentially touching the hearts of unknown recipients
among the stars.

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