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Words to give to someone yet to come. Inquire into that fleeting togetherness: of joining and parting.

*** Some droplets of wine fell onto our hugging thumbs. Startled, a branch bloomed. *** "Shall we sing and bloom?" the pierced nightingale's heart asked a dandelion.

– Yet For You – We returned to the place we are yet to build. 24 times. All through the day. – And no sun, rising or setting, forgot to be seen – The library in my head had not a book about your eyes? – Stop! Again. Choose where to crumble – Because the apple in Eden bore all questions. – Collapse! – Never would I laugh, nor dance, or drink, love enough too th

I find your story to be the most prominent one in the whole Anthology. Leaving alone the style and wording, stripping the text to the intial idea(s), it really bears a profound, indepth dynamic of the human heart. The theme about those momentary life-happenings that change us existentially is very close and dear to me. It was a pleasure ot read your story.

The boy was giving love always not when needed. Hurting, though also always happy to put a smile on a shadowed, hiding heart, he gave his all – himself in return for emptiness of words, taken neatly from a shelf. Dimming all his beams, seeking of him only pleasure, his loved ones were untrue to his tender, calming virtue. Mattered non a bit, the boy was strong in will; his tears – dried deep beneath the river’s heartless bottom; his hands did learn resist to clutch airless dre

All that is me and all that has been when once I was free is just but a dream. All that is now, all that’s my soul gives nightmares of how, how far will I fall. All that I feel, and all that I see, all that is real is taken from me. All that is numb when you’re walking inside was once making a thump, but now trying to hide.

In the dying will of my feelings when I numbly perish, slowly ceasing to exist; breaking all illusions, fevering like mad, painfully obscuring pictures of the past, I try to reach… Your hand once more! Your eyes once more! Your heart ONCE MORE!

You are beautiful. My god, so beautiful… Everything about you is beautiful. Your hands are so beautiful. And your feet are so beautiful. Your eyes are beautiful. And your hair is too. I know I want you. You are beautiful. I want you morning, day and night. On mornings… when I wake alone. In the light of day… when I wish you close. Especially at night… when the bedding doesn’t warm. You will always be beautiful, but you’re the most right now. So, be with me. Now. Together. A

Thank you for reading and for your words!

You're welcome to experience it next year. Though, the celebration has become quite commercialized... For that reason the old dogs have started a July Evening.Thank you

There was more I wanted to tell readers, but that is going to be some other time, story.I've learned English since I was very little, but there are many things I still do. Masterfully? Thank you for reviewing!

Hey Yettie!You're welcome to come visit whenever you want. This story was crafted in 5 days of writing in nature's embrace. Maybe the inspiration I got in the forest made it as you say. Thank you for your words

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Hehe, I'll probably tell you the same thing: I've written it with an idea, but that idea transforms when you yourself read it. You don't have to get it! You have to feel it. Poetry is not written by thinking, it's written by feeling. The poem is just a shape of that feeling. And because you and I have experienced the feeling differently, say love, what I've really wanted to say may be different than what you'll read.This poem in particular is about that high school time when you walk through the halls as though you're in a candy store. You see boys, and boys, and cute boys that you feel attracted to, but... what can you do. You have my thanks

Hehe, thanks for pointing out the errors!For the 'magnetizing' thingie check here: http://www.thefreedictionary.com/magnetizing It can be used in more than just the Physical sense (To attract, charm, or influence; an obsolete word of mesmerize) I haven't said where the story takes place It pretty much depends on the teacher. Why the problem with letting the boy go? I can tell many stories from experience about this. It's a little true that I rushed at the end of the story, but just the more left for the reader's imagination. And if it's only the question if they would become a couple... Ahh... A moment in a million years to be ruined by certainty Write me about those unanswered questions. Thank you for your words