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A Pristine Moment

Nonetheless, it is autumn,
which irritates me
Regardless of the crowd,
despite the constraints.
Meet you in the spring.
My heart is in danger.

And then there's hope.
And a crazy dream, 
As well as a tenacious sail.
to my straying heart, 
the night storm, 
the safety lane,

And a wheat field.
I'm starving.
And a child's delight.
Today is a feast day.
Despite autumn.

And I don't have a strong interest in anything.
From deception and stay.
I apologize.
My heart requires. 
Meet my requirement.
For the sake of oxygen, water, and bread.

I'll move to the dome of the night to look for you.
Please allow me to observe.
On the lash of a star
Perhaps the psalms of the wishing night.
a creative chant,
Also, please play my melody.

On a cloud hole, 
sing... sing.
I might be finished,
living a dream.
Condolences and victory to my soul.
For all my inspirational blunders.

I sang a lovely melody.
As a table as a bed swarm,
as a roving field blunt.
Pristine morning and a smile.

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Delice Arleen Skelly August 22, 2021 at 9:06 AM Oxygen, water, and bread, the very necessities of life seem to be in danger. Climate change is putting things we take for granted at risk....Delice Sotto Poet August 22, 2021 at 11:13 AM Thank you so much, Delice, for your nice words and insightful comment. I hope you're having a good weekend.

Vijay Pandit August 22, 2021 at 5:51 AM Much revelry in your moments of joy and smile, Lasaad. Sotto Poet August 22, 2021 at 11:12 AM Thank you so much, Vijay, for your nice words and great comment. I hope you're having a good weekend.

Eve Roper August 21, 2021 at 11:27 PM there is always hope with each bloom that arises and scents they favor to those in the world, to go back into the earth in seed and grow again to bless life. Sotto Poet August 22, 2021 at 4:42 AM Thank you so much, Eve, I really appreciate your great comment, and you’re correct we should never loose hope.

Victor Buhagiar August 21, 2021 at 11:04 PM I suppose everyone has a right to like or dislike a season. I hate summer. But love spring. Autumn in Malta is short but I love it too. Sotto Poet August 22, 2021 at 4:48 AM I enjoy knowing that the Maltese autumns are warm and inviting, since this is partly due to the Mediterranean Sea. In the eastern U.S., we are dealing with dangerous storms and a massive impact on the climate.