– Hungry–
hot molten golden lava,
snacking on earth and rocks,
ran down the hill,
to take
a cold bath
in the
ocean
below.
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overdue, overfilled,
heavy black cloud,
having given birth
to rain water,
disappeared
in the sky.
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I am with friends,
I am still lonely.
I am in a crowd,
I am still lonely.
I am all alone,
now I am not lonely.
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waves,
big and small
trying to escape from the ocean,
swimming furiously,
came crashing
to the shore,
only to be captured by the
sand and the rocks
and
pulled back in
by the ocean
yet again.
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Ocean water,
flew high above in the sky,
becoming,
water laden heavy,
thick black cloud,
Then
it transformed itself
into pouring rain,
disappearing
into the ocean,
becoming
ocean water
again.
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Having returned home
after a day’s hard work
on a hot humid day,
tired sun
was greeted
from a spacious pink horizon,
by
a shy blushing
twilight.
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twins,
life and its death,
visible and invisible,
born on the same day, at the same time.
life’s dark shadow-day and night
death is omnipresent,
always lurking, threatening,
Death is an enigma.
Is it ugly or handsome,
tall or short, slim or obese, happy or sad,
black, white or brown, young or old,
handsome or ugly, a man or a woman?
Ruthless cruel death
kills the body then steals the life.
Does death have a life?
will it be more humane now?
