When the rain falls down
And there’s sadness all around
Your hands reach through
And wake me up anew
At your touch I feel a jolt
With rebirth start to molt
Skin quickly falls away
As your heart holds mine sway
I have died, and gladly so
Only better in your throes
From your love I am alive
As you and I we’ll thrive.

Blood Word Jan 2012

Beauty and elegance does lie
Within each move and act of them,
While passing by each looking eye,
Styled with a flower-diadem
Where each petal shines like a gem
Whenever fondled by moonlight,
Or appearing in-front eyesight,
Decorating the rainy streets,
Where they walk at day and at night,
While this world of them flits and fleets.
This flower-tradition should stay,
Of pure entertainment with smiles,
Who’s to History a gateway,
To find the ancient arts and styles,
Or else it will take us much miles
To return to the fleeting past,
Who for a small portion does last
Particularly in their own being
Who’s almost replaced by the fast
Roads who are all from past fleeing.

Ceyhun Mâhî Feb 19

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