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104. Life is short

Life is short. 

How often do we hear this?
Sometimes death etches a scar so terribly deep that no amount of rain can wash it away. 

Life is short. 

Love, just love. 
Love others. 
Love yourself. 
We come into this world alone and we leave it alone, but we are not alone while we are alive. 

Please be kind to one another and to yourself. 

Remember, life is short.

©Brindology 2015

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99. Miscarriage 

And here you stand before me, 
With windswept hair, 
As my dreams go drifting
Through the air, 

You turn away
Without a care, 
And you walk from me 
To who knows where. 

You don’t turn back, 
You don’t catch your breath, 
You don’t stop to wonder why, 
You don’t ask me, 
You don’t answer, 
You don’t stop when I cry. 

Every bridge that you burn, 
Every page that you turn, 
Every moment that never returns, 
Every day I will yearn
For you, 
For you, 
For you, 
For you.

©Brindology 2015 

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Daily prompt: Lovingly

97. Plea

Let me speak
Whilst I still have my voice, 
Let me live
Whilst I still have the choice
To wake up each morning 
And lift my head up high
To stand on my feet
And spread my wings wide. 

My life is too short, 
This life can run dry, 
This life can just wither
And silently die; 
Yet my life is a blossom, 
Even though it’s fragile, 
My life can give hope,
A reason to fly. 

So let me sing
Whilst I can, 
Let me dance
With that man, 
Let me be
The very person I am;
Let me love, 
Let me live, 
Let me shine in this land, 
Let me breathe,
Let me think,
Let me speak
Whilst I can. 

©Brindology 2015 

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86. Of so long ago 

She was beautiful, long ago. 
She had a carefree smile and she swung her hips seductively as she walked.
He couldn’t ever take his eyes off her. 

That was a long time ago. 

Now, they sit beside each other like strangers, unable to bear the sharing of their common breath.
No words fill the space between them. 

She had grown inwards, unable to comprehend the loss he was experiencing.
She was still beautiful; but he couldn’t see her face anymore. 

©Brindology 2015 

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Daily prompt: Exquisite

83. Dance into the dream

The end stands here
Where the beginning was once,
Our paths might never meet again,
So let us just dance.

Our past doesn’t always stay the same,
Every moment changes it at once,
Tomorrow might never really get to breathe,
So this might be our only chance.

The end is here
Where the melody has played more than once,
Come, let us drift into yesterday
Even though we never began our dance.

©Brindology 2015

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Daily prompt: Uneven

78. Magic can happen 

We have only this moment between us,
This breath that we share.
But it’s not hard to believe
That magic can happen if we dare.

Be counted,
Stand.
Be seen,
Raise your hand.
Go on, be heard,
Sing.
Be alive,
Be the light you bring.

Our hands are never empty.
Our hearts can always love,
Our lives do matter,
We’re from the stars above.

So be counted,
Get up, stand.
Be seen,
Throw up your hands.
Go on, be heard,
Sing!
Be alive,
Be the light you bring.

We have only this moment between us,
This breath that we share.
But it’s not hard to believe
That magic can happen if we dare.

©Brindology 2015

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Daily prompt: Hopeful

73. Memories 

My mind has shielded these precious memories from their eyes.
What was yours and mine has remained just so, a quiet contemplation between us both.

My face has been gazed at most lovingly by your heart all this while.

The moments we held hands,
The secrets we whispered into each other’s breath,
The tears which fell from my face to yours…
These were our private moments.

But as I write these words, our shared existence drifts into another world,
and they begin to see us with eyes opened by the discovery of a new perspective.

Do I still look the same to you?
I wonder if your perfume still holds its sweet fragrance.

©Brindology 2015

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Daily prompt: Discover