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Poem & Illustration by Pea Medina
Acrylic Paint on 12"x 24" Canvas
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Sometimes (awake) I face the pane
and spy the calming rain. 
I'd wonder if this sudden reign 
has only come in vain. 
I'd strain; I'd refrain 
from fear of falling weak.
Then butterflies 
from eyes so bright
defeat my sleep. 

With no clue whatsoever 
who could ever explain these how's,
I luckily sat there, patiently
beneath this midnight power. 
It wasn't very dark, although 
it was the mid-night hour 
when our minds are out there 
wandering leaving wandering souls devoured
and I said: 
"stare at your reflection 
like you're staring into brightness."
Faced a dimly-lit mirror, 
said 
"greatness (patient) waits to bite this..."
Now, my fears allowed me to write this 
so my voice can try and recite this, 
so that wonderful dreams and what lovers won't see
make an impact enough to ignite this.
If you like this, then heaven excites this;
If awakened, you'd never despise this.
Our thrones and agility naturally grows
when our mental ability rises, 
but the sky is where her high is. 
Anyone's in the being that mine's in? 
Are you blind? Is... lack of kindness
raising numbers in crisis like time is? 
Is this temporary, is it timeless?
The pollution will alter our mindset. 
Could we ever abuse, or get used to these blues 
if some mindlessness leads to deny this? 

So, I close my eyes
and I find this...
alarm, only goes off when the time is...
to give care to my own with such wonderful words
and just pray that ONE SOUL could enlighten. 




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