even in the light
of day reality gives
birth to countless myths
day
An emptiness to fill
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when alone, I feel incomplete in the light of day
If only dreams come true
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if only my dreams
could step softly into the
burning light of day
moment by moment
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just like day and night
we are forever chained to
the rhythm of time
surrendering to gloom
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O sad autumn mist –
even in daylight you let
darkness steal your heart
50 Words Stories: raining
StandardBlowing outside my window is a world that lacks conviction. One moment offering clarity to shed my mind of bluster only to moments later mire me in the darkest of moods. The rain itself did not bother me, what aroused my ire was the sneaky way it swallowed my day.
another day
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with dawn my thoughts drift
towards another chapter
waiting to be touched
light at the end of the tunnel
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so much for dark clouds
even their tears quickly
vanish in daylight
the autumn wind
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counting leaves by day
gathering rain drops by night
the cold autumn wind
a fragile existence
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embraced by moonlight
the scars of many long days
and many long nights
Night time of reflections
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a night full of dreams
emerges into day to
inspire my thoughts
be forever mine
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Ever softly did tears arrive
to awaken the night.
With it came the wind
to reveal its beauty
and the moon to shine
gently upon my cheeks.
Were I not already enamoured
with the sun my heart would
now burn to a different light,
my thoughts would turn
towards a deeper ocean
and Day would be but a dream.
These are, but foolish thoughts
for in truth all can be mine;
let the light of distant stars
be my inspiration,
the sun to remain my life and
let the moon be forever in my heart.
unburdened
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having shed much tears
clouded spirits turn brighter
in the light of day
all consuming sun
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your blinding beauty
brings darkness and yet, are you
not the light of day?
darkness comes
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a flock of crows takes
flight, threatening to bring day
to an abrupt end
ups and downs of life
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enjoy each day, for
however bright the sunset
darkness is nearby
a dreamy moment
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even the sun is
resting his head in the clouds
this glorious day
precious diamonds
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with a drop of dew-
rising with the sun comes the
dawn of a new day
snoring
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shy and reserved by day-
by night a prima donna
drawing attention
illusions of grandeur
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effortless life
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Tears blowing in the wind
StandardTears flowing in the wind,
Dust taken for a spin.
All around me they dance,
Wherever I glance.
Swaying gracefully they fall,
Merciful they are small.
Not for them a thudding crash,
As they never arrive in a flash.
Arriving constant, light and gentle,
This can drive me mental.
Accumulating in a pile,
Doing it with some style.
Never ending dust in air,
All day long at them I stare.
I wonder from where they come?
They are even on my thumb.
Seeing dust, can bring me tears,
Fed up cleaning all these years.
Hope they’re gone by light of day,
As I need some time to play.
frozen
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at last the river
is taught patience by winter
this cold frosty day
a hidden moment
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why so dark this day?
what do you seek to conceal
oh, mischievous mist
J M Lysun
a deep slumber
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I slept so long that
I felt no difference between
seeing night and day
J M Lysun
J M Lysun 
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