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Noontime Naps

After breakfast. Lukewarm coffee. Leftover splatters of gouache on the messy desk. Slow internet connection. Haunting melodies resonating from twisted headphones. A yawning kitten resting on a restless lap.

Pauses. Outside, a chirpy radio jingle. Wooden sticks hitting against billiard balls. Idle street chatter of unfamiliar passersby, falling against the grind of tyres on concrete. Drenched in drizzling showers, a hazy town on Sunday morn.

Breathing in. It’s okay, the afternoon promises you. It’s okay.

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waves of whimsy

I’ll be your optimistic black hole
Full of love I can’t control
Let’s keep each other safe from the world…

~*~

happiness

comes in little waves

of sipped hot cocoa

and marshmallow bits

warming quiet souls

on a rainy sunday morn

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happiness

comes in little waves

of day-old biscuits

and mouthfuls of chocolate

and a faint bite of pink

in strawberry and caramel

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happiness

comes in little waves

of melancholy songs

and purple boys wrapped

in twinkling fairy lights

resting beneath telephones

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happiness

comes in little waves

of such lone-star musings

huddled under covers and

writing epistles for sunrise

as ink stains the skylines

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happiness

comes in little waves

of whimsical contentment

and peaceful nothings

amid beating quiet hearts

on a rainy sunday morn.

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Danser Sous La Pluie

Another lonely superstar to get away inside your car, take it much too far
Surrender to the brave inside, a lover that another tried; take it too, my ride…

~*~

Your mourning black umbrella lost

In the fluttering harsh dips of wind

But does it even matter, what it cost

If it’s traded for content serenity within

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Heartbeats lead and gracefully march

Down the lone ghostly ice cream stand

Chilled sweet vanilla, perfect to match

This soft weather’s cool azure demand

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Blotting back at winking constellations

Just bursting with endless fascinations

So won’t you stretch your pallid hand to me

And we’ll walk down the path of infinity

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The rain’s simple comforting melody

And your limerent love hallucinations

The sun’s hot rays will not take us today

Another cause for a rowdy celebration

.

Thunder will roar, the sky spilled with grey

But the colourful joyous music is here to stay

So hear me out today, on this drizzling Sunday

And take me out dancing, come what May.

~*~

You don’t have to keep it if it’s mine
Another place maybe another time…
A May December might not be so smart

Arrivals that we wish would not depart…

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