by Novid Shaid, 2010, copyright
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Forgive me my dear sofa,
For my wilful arrogance,
It’s only now I’ve noticed
Your uncanny consciousness.
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Your seats are so inviting!
Your back so comforting!
We fall on you for joy and rest
And you oblige our every whim.
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Novid Shaid, 2002, Copyright
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Fervent fires are raging
During freezing nights,
Restless seas are writhing
In the stillest nights,
Ardent hearts are sighing
During silent nights,
Yearning for their cherished Friend,
He, who never dies.
by Novid Shaid, November, 2010
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A road sweeper whispered some words while clearing autumn leaves,
which lay below the naked elms that lined a privileged street.