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Dogs greet, everytime, they meet, they meet, everytime, like the first time, pushing their, wet nose against you, to play, everytime an urge to, rush and stay.. while sleeping, when aproached, their tail, would still keep dancing, while digging their, sniffs onto their toys, they come to you, all jumpy and pouncing, with eyes seeking, approvals... They keep you protected, in a manner like, no one else, they check if you are okay, and follow you, to a cave or, a shabby mess.. They make requests, which even though, hit rejects, doesn't end up, reflecting stature, rubbing themselves, all over you, they sit alongside, as if they are, always ready for the ride, whenever... If it's late, They wait, If it's hate, They relate, If it's tears, They seek to distract.. Trust me, At some point they do, Have the power to read your mind.. They come to check, On you at night, They always acknowledge, That you are right, Your daughter just adores it's presence, Even though more ofte

Where Hands Were Held

Taking the road with legs that shook..
Unfolding the turns like..
Scraps of the lost book.
Kept walking when the same look…
Was right there as it took.
When those leaves were rustling free…
While the wind came gushing right at me.
Arms snuggled..
Overpowered as the path struggled.
Tracing it’s way through the brook.
When words got whispered..
Gasping to take a breath..
You can’t bring back death.
Try fitting into it’s length.
Shining over was the sun naked..
Piling under were scars sacred.
The giggles, the riddles those rides just unafraid.
Laughter echoed while it crossed the acres wide spread.
Yet it felt that it no longer did meld…
Just stood by myself..
Where those hands were held.
Where the one who remains…
Constantly wanders to get a glimpse of it..
All over again.


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