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Sweet Mistake

I was there
Extant at the screen of life as the third parties
A warmth which subsequently appeared capricious
A love that never thought to be seek

At once all disclosed by the warmth which began by a kiss ...

One Eve is waiting overseas
Stood upon her ignorance ...

Ahead of them ....
A falsity was presented as a host for our mistakes ...
And the conversation went on, as usual ...

Realism provoked to speak about the story which should not exist...

But I....

I mazed in clue, the clue to quench the truth
Conversations legible through our eyes
We forbid to speak, we crawled through the sense
We seek through our heart , for the true heart we understood

Because this should not be subsist....

I surrender to the possibilities
Fling all of my feelings
I cast my self out from your world, your love, even it's true or not
With hope you would find the right love, true love, true end

~ And now you do ~ :)


Author's note:
Written on November 4, 2007

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  1. Date: 12/25/2012 11:21:00 PM

    This such a beautiful piece... "Conversations legible through our eyes"... That line is electric! As is the rest of this poem. Excellent job, fantastic work. It really is beautiful.

  1. Date: 12/8/2012 6:49:00 AM

    To undetstand the true heart..how besutifully penned that is.

  1. Date: 12/6/2012 8:58:00 PM

    this seems very heartfelt from you. I just love that final stanza, Yanny!

  1. Date: 12/6/2012 6:41:00 PM

    :-)...pd

  1. Date: 12/6/2012 1:39:00 PM

    As always, I am moved by your sweet and magical verses. "I cast myself out from your world." what a great line. I cast myself into your world of imagination and I am refreshed to the core.

  1. Date: 12/5/2012 11:13:00 PM

    ‡ Your Poetry Is Wild Girl! I Diggg It. Tis Sooo Wonderful To Taste Something Fresh, Unique, Rare, Rad; Sweet, Beautiful Yanny! To Myself Humbly Amid A Distant Light It Is Like Encountering Another As Yourself ? Like Two Broken Yet Not Broken Toys Meeting In The Land Of Misfits Yet Not Misfits; Outcasts, But Oh To Be Loved ˜ So I'll Just Say This, I Think You Are Beautiful And Your Poetry Is The Bomb! 'Happy Holidays.' My Love, Always, Rachel *