THE POETRY THAT HAPPENS WHEN TWO BOOK-HEADS MEET...

Commonly Rare  -»  “The Purple Hibiscus”

To meet and to appreciate
Is a rare combination these days
I encountered such in 2013's may
On its very first day!
I had sat with a book
Then at it she asked to look
We struck up conversation
We had so much in common  -» Songsta!

So much in common
We felt so honoured
That honour a way to book a day
To meet to part a certain thing
To talk and share a common thing
Not so common to meet your common self
That common me meets a common you
On a very first day with a common book  - » OMH

 - OneMellowHijabi

COUNTS...

Days gone, days to come

As we are at the clock
Ticking it's way
To make, making it count
As we count our days
Counting our feets
Our days are gone

Into the woods
We see no green
A stiller town, to another town
Solace, a quiet town
Counting our time
Yet our days arw gone

The stiller town, a solace town
A two way road, the tiled, rough
Each way are seen
The rough is sin, as tiled is pure
Yet counting our time
New days to come

- OneMellowHijabi