Love Fantasy

He is her joy

Next to him

It’s all smiles

He dyes her life

With happy colors

He is her joy

She became him

He became her

And in being one in the other

They became just one

So there’s no way they can fall apart

A thousand reasons to think of him

A hundred to admire him

Just one not to forget him

He is her joy

She loses herself

In the paradise of his eyes

In the peace of his lips

She finds herself

Because she is with him

She tastes like silence and dreams

He tastes like tender melodies

He is her joy

She is his world

They are just one

Crazy ones

Dancing in smiles

Of sweet fantasies.

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RESURRECTION DAY

It’s Sun Day
It’s Dominus Day
It’s God’s Day

The New Testament teaches that the resurrection of Jesus,
which Easter celebrates today,
is a foundation of the Christian faith.
The resurrection established Jesus
as the powerful Son of God
and is cited as proof that God
will judge the world in righteousness.
God has given Christians
"a new birth into a living hope
through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead".
Christians, through faith in the working of God
are spiritually resurrected with Jesus
so that they may walk in a new way of life.

Let’s walk today then
In a new way of life…
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From Wikipedia EASTER SUNDAY

Holding The Night

Hanging from the moon

Holding the night

My words come out in silver

They fall spilled

As they make soul puddles...

Where later I’ll place my eyes

Mirror of my feelings

Where my mind gets trapped...

Among blue colors

I sleep this tender peace.

Love solitude

Absence breezes

Quietness.

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Translated from Sakkarah`s Abrazada a la Noche

Thank you Sakkarah for allowing me the honor to pick up one of your masterpieces.

When a poem is translated from one language to another something is missed in the process, the essence is never exactly the same; anyway, I’ve tried my best.

I consider this Spanish poetess the best in our language.

OBSTACLES (55)

We’ve come to this world
To save obstacles
Our challenge in life.

Without obstacles
It wouldn't be worth it
We'd take everything for granted...
Tiny or huge
Always there.

Always in front of us
Ever since
We were born.

We lead and follow obstacles
Come up and across them
We need them
To go up again...

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Can you write something in exactly 55 words? Try and let G- Man know!

Spring Night

All she needs to do now

Lean her elbows on the window sill

Stare at the million stars

Listen to the chirping crickets

In the distance last train to nowhere

By the mountain disappears

She’s come to stay

And gaze at the mist

In her heart

As it disperses with this suffering

Of space and time

So sweetly

Captures the key so long hidden

To open her so long captive soul

And a gust of wind

Unexpected

Moves back her hair

So as to consolidate

Her whole presence

With the place

Which bird is that?

So used to see them come

When these serious communions

With Mother Nature start

Only to suggest that she has

A deeper insight

To the semblance

The eye which always observes it all

And the inner voice

Repeats

That old melody again

The solitude of your shadow

Was never vanquished

Still some sounds

The cascade makes

It’s your cleansing reward

Early cascades of spring

Flowers already shine

At the sight of the light

Of the night

She so well understands

This dialogue

Between her heart

And the distance.

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I must thank my dear LARRY today, for such beautiful poem... dear readers, you can't miss it!