DIAMETRIC FRIENDS
One was hot and shining,
One was warm and calmly reflecting.
One was blasting with powers,
One was silent with maturity.
One gave a bright smile to all on earth,
One gave a surreal mist to the slumberers.
One shone simply the same always,
One had phases.
One saw the world in it's goodness,
One saw the world in it's sadness.
One witnessed happy hearts,
One witnessed broken hearts.
One was seen for the glory with which it shone,
One was seen for how magically it shone at night.
One was the sun's might,
One was the darkness' light.

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INTO THE BROWN DEPTHS
Inside the eyes,
So magnificent and magical
With a woody mist which the oceans crave,
But cannot seize
Deep like forests,
Glorious as the tall trees,
Reflecting the strength and warmth of nature,
Smooth, musky and silky,
And just like those wood lands,
A tranquil fragrance after a storm lingers,
In the elegant eyes which like the forests
Glow with grace in the dusky sun,
Glow with hope at the dawn of the day,
Depicting what power lays in the depth of the soul,
Strength and warmth, behold them again
How mighty and sinking those visions would be,
Which would be seen by those miraculous dusky oculus

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MAGICAL
If i had wings like that of an eagle,
I could cross all limits that are illegal,
Or if i could outrun an ostrich,
The thieves would be ditched!

If i could read minds of the people around,
Maybe i could play a magic bound,
Astound them with their thoughts spoken,
Oops! Maybe some hearts could be broken.

If i could turn water into wine,
Oh then I could be hydrokinetic divine!
Or if i could control the blazing fire,
I would burn the world's evil desires.

If i possessed such powers ever,
The world would have an amazing forever.
Sadly all it remains is a wish,
If i had it I'd have a high niche!

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WILD
Smile like those abandoned flowers,
Who have mesmerizing powers,
Who are wild and free with the wind
And who grow even in places that are ruined.

Smile like those wild lonely flowers in bloom,
Whom time has taught to smile when it's gloom,
Who have the charming purple hues,
Even when their life faces blues.

They dance with the gentle breeze and the strong air,
They are very much of the world aware,
Abandoned, wild and powerful,
this is why time has made them beautiful.

Be like those left off flowers,
Who every day and every hour
Keep smiling no matter the weather,
Keep smiling together.

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CHANGING COLOURS
Dark clouds turn sulkily,
The weather blows cold,
Lush fields are dull now,
Unbelievable that they were once so richly painted.

Fowls of the air float dimly,
Not a voice of one calling from afar.
Then out of the olives, a bright light struck,
Heated the field and coated it black.

And for once the sky turned like water,
Oh so clear and then the stars,
Moved so swiftly and so soon!
Then the fowls of the air vanished.

Not a voice was heard then,
All that was left was a black patched soil,
A clear heaven and a moist view,
With the sun shining straight.

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MOONLAND
I see a glazed palace,
Sapphire and diamonds around,
Amethyst crowning it lace-like,
Waters are wonderfully painted a hue of purple,
Translucent and frosty,
Sky painted pink,
Where fairy lights float,
carrying the scent of juniper berries,
I see a yellow cloud carrying the cheesy moon,
There hop out little moon men and women,
They carry pieces of moon,
I consume a piece of moon,
Which tastes cheesily treacly,
I move closer to the palace, I see inside,
There are berries, fruits, lustrous edible tokens,
This is the world,
Far away in the moonland.

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TRANQUILL THOUGHTS
What if, for once humans would be quiet?
Absolutely quiet, only nature's voice in the air?
If everything would be peaceful for a moment?
Nature's presence would only make us aware,
With a quiet mind and a calm sentiment,
No cluttering noises of the worldly affairs,
No chanting voices of religious texts,
Nature's voice would then lay bare,
Melody of birds and water, next,
The charming citations of the waterfall,
Howling deep voice of the wind that calls,
What if for once the world was serene,
Absolutely voiceless in the presence of nature,
No harsh horns, no clashing plates,
No tip tap of boots, nor closing of a door,
No word from a mouth nor a child's cry,
But deplorably, this remains a thought of if...

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COLD
The daylight faded in the cold,
Trees all shaded with cold,
The placid glassy water was ice cold,
The breath of the birds too, were cold,
The wind that blew was cold,
Tall trees had life within but to touch, were cold,
The dry forest floor was cold,
Leaves rustling on the soil were cold,
Everything became cold,
That day, the soul of the forest was cold,
For,
Beside the water on the shore, lay a splendorous soul, cold.

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HAUNTED HALLOWS
At morn they dress all white,
Towering up so bright,
Sinlessly bringing light,
But little does anyone know the sins of the night...
When the world rests and all is calm,
They walk in the dark which to others does harm,
They lurk in the night performing a charm,
Making anyone believe the lies with so great an aplomb...
Then calling those rotten souls to destroy,
Then when they reach, they're treated as a toy,
They dance on fingers without being coy,
They don't realise their own silly sins, oh boy!
They turn into creatures of the dark,
Nails so long to scratch the bark,
Fangs extended with blood marks,
Pale eyes shinning with an evil spark!
Be careful from those deadly creatures,
They come with very attractive features,
Then consciousness doesn't come as a teacher,
They might right be in front of you as a preacher,
But actually a very, very dark creature...

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AUTUMN

The wind carried the fresh autumn breath,
All other falling ones tenderly riding on it,
Golden crispy fellow leaves,
Others green yet weak through their roots.

Falling towards where wind carries,
This shows how life is so uncertain,
one day hanging on to an enormous tree,
Being sat on by butterflies and chromatic bugs.

The other, carried away by the fresh wind,
Other still, being carried off again on water,
And at last where life ceases,
One has a beautiful ending or a sorrowful nightmare.

Resting on mother nature's sweet lap,
Giving life to another,
Or going through the fire where the shining fades,
Becoming a demon to mother earth's environment.

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