Birds of a feather

This bird on my shoulder knows my sorrow,

 it's heard me cry and seen me laugh.

 Unlike others, this bird remains beside me...

my faithful companion...

a feathered handkerchief on which I dry my tears...

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Vanished Spring

The sun is shining but I can't feel it,

The birds' song bother me, they're out of tune,

You are not here... all is gloom.

Snow has melted but I'm so cold,

 Tiny buds on the tree branches announce the change,

I don't care,

You are not here...I'm not the same.

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The woman I want to be

I want to be that woman they talk about, the one they're afraid of, the one they long to know. I want to be that woman whose name they whisper, the one whose scent reminds them of Spring mornings and Autum nights. I want to be that woman desired by every man, envied by every woman, despised by everyone.

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All passion spent

I watched you and hoped you'd glance my way. Roses in my hair, pearls around  my neck. Purple lipstick. Bare shoulders. Trembling heart. A whole world of passion waiting to explode. Hours passed. You walked away...darkness surrounded me.

Candles

The days of our future stand in front of us

like a row of little lit candles --

golden, warm, and lively little candles.

The days past remain behind us,

a mournful line of extinguished candles;

the ones nearest are still smoking,

cold candles, melted, and bent.

I do not want to look at them; their form saddens me,

and it saddens me to recall their first light.

I look ahead at my lit candles.

 

I do not want to turn back, lest I see and shudder

at how fast the dark line lengthens,

at how fast the extinguished candles multiply.

Poem by Constatine P. Cavafy

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