a beautiful soul

it’s God’s gift

when you have good looks

and people love you

but

what about the beautiful soul

which is

always overlooked

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imagination

your thoughts

keep me warm at night

they caress me to sleep

even though

you don’t exist

and are just

a figment of my imagination

Dream and reality

If

we

had ended up together

Then

there would have

Been

no difference

Between dream and reality

Bokeh

Festival time

I can see your face

In the bokeh

Of the festival lights

vulnerable

can you see through it

through the pretence and facade

the vulnerable woman in me

pining for you

to take me in your protective arms

and be a girl once again

No fame no pain

I don’t want fame

And too much money

I don’t need People

to recognise

me

as I grow old

for I just want to settle down

With my own family

Without unwanted human

interactions

from fellow humans

Who

Just give pain

we go way back!

your hands caress

your lips explore

your eyes make love

your smell

evokes a sense of déjà vu

transporting me

to the days when we existed

in a different era