Josse Balucha
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I'm kissing your lips
To get over the fact
We've been so long apart
-cupofyou
Sleepless Nig...
Her
Once Upon A T...
Tell Me "How"
Moon Talks
Our Mornings
Her And Sunfl...
You told me you loved me, but you just didn’t. You told me you loved me, but you just didn’t.
My poem has letters and alphabets, To make my poem light in weight, My poem has letters and alphabets, To make my poem light in weight,
In exchange for peace, I sacrificed self-worth, In exchange for peace, I sacrificed self-worth,
Emerging from the comfortable darkness, To a fraying, fluttering light outside, Emerging from the comfortable darkness, To a fraying, fluttering light outsid...
Such a beautiful gift given by nature.. Such a beautiful gift given by nature..
Who is this invisible man?... Who is this invisible man?...
The earth begs us to save it... The earth begs us to save it...
The spring flowers are moist and crestfallen, the last white-flower of season The spring flowers are moist and crestfallen, the last white-flower of season
A bundle of joy unwrapped, With a promise of jubilation, A bundle of joy unwrapped, With a promise of jubilation,
Money alone never bring happiness, What we need for our gladness... Money alone never bring happiness, What we need for our gladness...
And tranquility, in mother nature's womb. And tranquility, in mother nature's womb.
Oh! What do I tell you about my plight! That's how I spend the wee hours of every night. Oh! What do I tell you about my plight! That's how I spend the wee hours of eve...
Nice Nice
Shadows of smeared grey afloat in a dusky eve. Bella, can you hear the sound of candles burning? Shadows of smeared grey afloat in a dusky eve. Bella, can you hear the sound of ...
And darling, I'm scared. Won't you take me home? And darling, I'm scared. Won't you take me home?
She was petite, with long hair neatly combed into a bun, Her eyes always carried the burden of he... She was petite, with long hair neatly combed into a bun, Her eyes always carr...
“The bell above started to chime” “The bell above started to chime”
Say something, time is incoherent and infrequent Say something, time is incoherent and infrequent
she is the jack of all the trades. she is the jack of all the trades.
What we had in common - our restlessness, our impassioned spirits, and a love for the open road. What we had in common - our restlessness, our impassioned spirits, and a love fo...
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