Let’s hope, that that too
Won’t soon easily depart.
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The whole magic of Poetry,
You never thought you could be,A World of exploratory fantasyWhere spirit’s wings are free.
There’s always time
May it be dayOr lonely night,And have a dreamOr two,Of love, concerning,YouFor in my dreamsYou come aliveAnd all desires,Thrive.
Art is smart,
As nothing else can,Intangible emotions,As if it had a magic wandOr some kind of secret potion.
When prayers don’t help
Or is it such a hopeless messThat nothing but an unlikely miracle,Will do?
Poets see what others don’t,
Poets live in other Worlds,Made of sadness and of words,Poet’s life, Intensity,Poets want, what cannot be.
Touch my hand to Paradise,
Love is now my only vice,And yes, it’s all for you.