poetry by Zerayn D.
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When the Lotus Blooms
They began playing the ensembles,Mahori music in loud rambles,in front yards of shops and homes,in improvised event halls are formed of sound and rhythm, yet to begin,the circles are yet to be seen,for Romvong comes after some catalyst,where dance steps… Continue reading
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My pen, The Galaxies and The Narrative
I say my truths! My eyes are open,if not heard, I scribe them with my sharp pen,though it is sharp, it does not kill,it does not hurt a home, it bends but won’t break will. It does not cost someone’s… Continue reading
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Courage to Speak: The Cost of Truth-Telling
there’s nothing to forgive, I live, I liveI do not regret speaking up, I giveI wasn’t loud, I kept it low,I sneaked out the battlecry, soft but so then it cost me all the decade work,it cost me my bread… Continue reading
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Love and Fear
The time has come to let you hearthe secret tunes I’ve held so near,the quiet plans beneath my tongue,the hidden truths I’ve softly sung. I want to go, to find my way,to grow beyond where we both stay,not always close,… Continue reading
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Out of the Frame
They gather close, adjusting clothes,fixing hair where soft light glows,faces checked, no shadows bend,each pose perfected to the end. Tap,click,flash! A photo sealed,laughter echoes, smiles revealed,they crowd around that silver gleam,a photo born, a frozen dream. But tell me, did… Continue reading
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A Time to Tear Down
We keep the memories,though the seasons change,though people move onand colors shift.The air has dancedwith cloud and raina dozen times in painted hues. I came to tell you:I haven’t yet leftthe place I said I would.Still, I knowsomething must change.… Continue reading
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Ascension of the Flames- Canto 11
The Phoenix Bids Goodbye The phoenix has welcomed the man of diamonds;His weaknesses, overlooked through grace—His ugliness, covered with praise, face to face.Yet came the time his darkness grew,A storm long hidden, now breaking through. It grew like giant rainstorm… Continue reading
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Yet believe
Debilitated and disabled, yet others have believed,for what can change everything, not sight nor touch received. Did not have enough time to know everything, yet believe;mocked and discouraged in everything, yet believe. Giving up everything, yet believe;lost what’s everything, yet… Continue reading
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Whispers of the Heart: Scribbles on the Sand
I’m here stretching my hand,behold scribbles by the sand,some are silly, some are witty,some are words we couldn’t say waves wipe scribbles in the sand,by strangers, left their marks unplanned,thought some of these, notes of mine,This fleeting moments, my thoughts… Continue reading
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Opening my doors
When I seemed distant, cold, or shy,I shielded us from drifting high,for when our eyes would meet, so wide,our heartbeat surged like rising tide. Do I make you jealous? No, not so,sometimes love needs space to grow,from far I watched,… Continue reading
Per-nal 