Of nature..5

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Oh, those times
I remember
when we madly
loved each other
and splashed
it all over
not worrying a bit
about the slush
and the mud
and the currents.
Everything around
us stood still
and within
the storms of passion
raged
and carried us 
on the crest of
a new wave
that came with the 
torrent of love
and we survived.
As I stand at the edge
of the pond that
hides our 
treasures
and secrets
and mysteries
unfathomed,
I only remember
and carry that love
beyond words.

On my own..7

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Water collects
in a pond
under the shade of
trees
that thrive under
the blue sky
dotted by clouds
that bask in the sun
and float from here
to there.
I stand wondering
if I need to step
into the water:
will it be muddy
cold
warm
clean
and run deep?
I am on my own
and I have all these
for company:
the mud, the frogs
the sky, the clouds.
I am on my own
and they are of my own.

Mysteriously.....4

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I surprise myself
as I am pulled 
irresistibly 
by the darkness
in which shines
only my reflection
in the still waters
that run deep
through mud
and rocks
into unknown crevices.
I never could
fathom my own
depths
that housed
fears, passions
and my little secrets.
A strange love
for the dark side
now rises in
my throbbing heart.
And I keep quiet.

Great company...

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Great company it is
to be wading in the mud
with slender branches
fanning you
and tender leaves
shielding you
from the breeze
and clouds with
silver linings
shedding just the 
light you need 
to strip you
of the last vestiges 
of a bygone era
as you prepare to cleanse
for a new beginning.
Great company when
you are all by yourself.