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“Christmas Hyacinths The air grows cleaner with each sight
Of words - silver and clear -
Without heaviness and sighs. Winter closes in on each street,
That familiar place we haunted to keep,
While we hope to seek the dearest near. Frozen blossoms in trembling hands,
With shadows of blue and grey,
Counting footsteps back into the heat. The emptiness of many
Is returned in ink and choirs,
With doubt and cherish,
Crowned with blessings all around.”

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“The City That Holds Me The sidewalks I stumble on more than once
Make me feel like I am walking home. The place cold enough to die for, Yet I walk towards the next day without freezing. The river that drowns my words,
As I wander its same stretch, up and down. My chapels know my favourite corners,
Where I light my candles each good Sunday.”

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“Pothole in the Sky My veins ground too deep to become a statue,
And the flight is delayed too late—
So I take off again. I take off without the vein of the city
That lifts me to heaven with a million lights
And a few streets in between. The darkness blooms like a desert,
And in my aeroplane, I become a small flower,
Travelling too far and without sight. Clouds outside windows become a stair frame,
And the dark blue of mornings drifts by,
While I dream of Paris and every thought That drifted by.”

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“While we haunt ourselves, we become part of others. With all our broken pieces, we are gathered in mosaics— reflecting every careless smile, echoing every careless word. We become them eventually, in the way we live and survive each night. Ghosts, bohemian wallpapers, and shiny crystal whiskey glasses, used by them—hauntingly beautiful, collected, and far behind. And after all this, nothing of ourselves remains.”

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“Paris The Seine dresses in light black,
Mimicking the dark grey of the sky, And so, I drown my ink into it. Each poem becomes art, Reflecting and dancing
Around my hands with care. The notes the river shares
Become a painting that inspires
All the great artists housed in its museums. Still, I vow and pray by its sight —
Yet I dare not claim to be an artist
As great as the one in sight. In Paris.”

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“Parisian Endings Endings share a bond between right and wrong,
Upon every poet who dares to cross a line. The Parisian sky glows light with blue and orange,
Each hill a line of fortune, unique to every soul. Words cross the heart I call cœur,
And dawn in the same eternal hues behind her. By noon, I become the city itself,
Only to return as her passenger,
By walking far enough to lose her.”

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“The Weight of Falling Leaves Winter swept onto my doorstep quite easily,
Like it overtook every part of my heart,
The moment you left my autumn to fall. So I kept things as you left them – frozen,
Showing no sign of any emotion or feeling,
Like the leaves that wither and die in the ice. Never fulfilling the purpose for which they fell,
Yet crumbling under shoes heavier than the burden
The tree gave them by letting them go. They long to be carried away by the wind or the elements,
Not trapped forever in this frozen expanse of white,
Beneath starry skies that gaze upon each December night. I can no longer bear to look upon them,
So I set them free with a kiss to keep;
Filled with the fire of your lips, finally redeemed –
See how they gleam with beauty, long before spring.”

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“Poem with Adjustments And I write out of worry,
I write out of fear,
I write for writing's sake,
And I drown in between these motives. I become a poet,
I become a lover,
I become a human, And still, I seek to become a writer. I become still in the seeking.”

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“All The Ink I Wasted All the ink I wasted
Climbing up ivory pages and cursive titles
Of whoever asked to buy and sell -
Words and souls and hope and pain. All the nights I spent
Crying out to the world what I thought
Or blaming myself for not hearing back -
Worlds are crashing inside myself. All the fights I fought
Calming my strife to succeed and feel
Overwhelming hopes and dreams in spare -
Wondering if I write my fate or dare to seal. All the wasted words
Counting each number up I tried to spell
Only to be reminded of despair once again -
Worth is nothing nowadays with a price to sell.”

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“What Other Can a Man Lay but Tragedy? What other can a man lay but tragedy?
No other thing would be ripe in time. Grief is a flower that blooms often,
And sorrow is the rain that waters it sometimes. Each man reaps what he once sows—
With pain, and some with bitter ease. The sky above every head of gloom
Grows thicker with clouds and earthly deeds. The field does not bloom in summer
But on the last day of every man's each.”

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“I Will Go Back to Paris in Spring I will go back to Paris in spring,
To see its life and not the still,
To watch the sky in a different hue,
With the same buildings at each rue. I will walk and pass the same things by,
And wonder again with a sigh.
Till winter comes, it will be long,
Yet I wonder when I will come back along.”

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“We Haunt the People We Love We haunt the people that we love,
And we become ruins by doing so.
Chasing them down every line,
No matter if spoken or lived by it. Running in circles, remembering them,
While watching ourselves turn into others' ghosts.
We haunt and live—
And we will outlive.”

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