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"Tales for The Ones in Love"

An international blog about literature, nature and hope. Here I include lyrics by Rui M. and the work of others. From 4th to 24th each month, new contributions sent to [AFTER AUGUST] are accepted. Periodical Art contests and Critics. Thanks. Arigatou

"Tales for The Ones in Love"

An international blog about literature, nature and hope. Here I include lyrics by Rui M. and the work of others. From 4th to 24th each month, new contributions sent to [AFTER AUGUST] are accepted. Periodical Art contests and Critics. Thanks. Arigatou

13
Mar21

Petals, music and International Literary Contest Nature 2020-2021

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Dear Friends,
Today our Literary Contest continues and we share a new poem by Rui M. and share a song made of hope!

 

Pieces of petals in poetry


I


The last Winter's flower
Is the first of air ironies
As it is the Spring's precursor

 

II

A petal falls down... mistress

as slowlyslowlyas a breeze...

Turns aroundas a whirlwind


And I imagine myself at Hanami:
For shameI deny any pollution.
But who will believe my verse today?

The Nature's petal fells down happily...
Bright colour of hope I see in her...

 

You'll Always Find Your Way Back Home - Hannah Montana - FMCs | Disney HD - YouTube

 

Enjoy.

21
Fev21

Flower’s Perspectives

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"Flower’s Perspectives", by Rui M.

 

In a long dale, a white dot.

Petals in a green sea…

Uncanny survivor: as if life, was corpsing,

when she is on stage of nature.

 

If:

The flower dyes alone, she´s a ruin.

Ruination of white after white.

 

If:

The flower is picked up and offered,

She´s heritage, of behaviors’ meanings.

 

If the flower is really, there, at the green dale,

Then possible is everything.

 

Enjoy.

08
Fev11

The Winter Flower

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Azured petals, darken at the extremity

But with colour of the Summer sky at the base

Solar yellow at the center

As the colour of the sun wrapped in the ice

 

 

Making me feel perplexity, before the impossible,

And crystalline pureness, full of simplicity,

With honey, frozen and amiable

That gently fills in my eyes with clarity

 

 

And when passing by her I would have a dilemma:

To cede and take her with me (killing her)

Or to respect her unique and lonely nature

Staying I suffering (but letting her alive)