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We pretend
Exists,When we knowIt’s but a shadowIn the Mist.
Now,
Why I love you so!Only Poetry can speak,Directly to the soulAnd awaken images and feelings,That do not belongTo words alone.
The only thing
That redeems usAs human beings,Is Artistic Creation,A sort of illumination,All the rest is,Huff, Puff and Bluff.
How we stupid humans,
To political ideals,When there are none,We expect heroes,Out of political men,When most don’t even have the feathers,Of an egg-laying hen!
An outstretched hand,
What better giftFor loneliness, to close.
Life is a veritable puzzle,
Enjoy the good moments,Spread of the Rose,Its incomparable, natural perfume,But never the pain of its thorn.