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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

Turning Pink

It makes me think
That one day the sky
Will turn pink
And at it's  brink
Will be a collection
Of shining stars 
All at once
Filling my eyes 
With glitter

It makes me think
That one day the sky
Will tend to sink
And like a dollop of ink
There will be a piece
Of art
Spread wide across 
Abandoning the moss
Of jitter

It makes me think
That someday the sky
Will roar
After gathering enough
Thunder within
To shudder
A tiny being
That while getting wet
Will still run
Squandering for
Rains will only make
Things harder 


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