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Day: December 2, 2020

My Sunshine, My Sunset, My Wishes

December 2, 2020December 8, 2020 by Benie Langat, posted in Poetry

"I want to smile, so easily like you do, So genuinely—full of life, full of love; I want to laugh, so heartily like you do, With no thoughts, no sense, more laughter. How I desire..."

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My Love V.2

December 2, 2020December 8, 2020 by Benie Langat, posted in Poetry

"His infectious laughter! He wriggles in my hold— He looks for a way out; He finds my arms locked, He looks up, surprised, Or pretending to be..."

Tagged love, poems, Poetry Dec. W1, Poetry Wednesday5 Comments

Once With Love

December 2, 2020December 8, 2020 by Benie Langat, posted in Poetry

"In a different time, an old life, Existed a man, unlike what is— I understood many hows, whys, Remained irrelevant; better simple. In a..."

Tagged love, poems, Poetry Dec. W1, Poetry Wednesday2 Comments

Life In Love

December 2, 2020December 8, 2020 by Benie Langat, posted in Poetry

"Such simple a word, yet how great a feeling! Love, entwined in life, cultivated in two; So kind, its kind, so gentle and beautiful— One can never feel two as right as in love. O', what a..."

Tagged love, poems, Poetry Dec. W1, Poetry Wednesday3 Comments

The Mirror In The Dark

December 2, 2020December 8, 2020 by Benie Langat, posted in Poetry

"The night, as dark, was like a man's mirror. A man would, in odd hours, roam the earth— Such a man was no angel, rule out no devil; Likely, a man alone and loving the odd night. A man would, in the depths of dreams, snore— Such a man was a tour of..."

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