Rome was lost, corruption most,
And now it is our Time.
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Life just went by,
It’s overNo fields of clover,No love,It’s overNo crying on beloved shoulder,I miss you,Now,It’s over,Alone foreverJust with me,ALONE,In misery.
Where does Time start?
Why do we need it?Is it because,We mostly fear,Being alone in Space?Tic-Tock goes the clock,As Life tics away,If only Time,Would permanently stay away,Forever young, never old,Then Time would just be,A Fairy Tale never told.
The sound and music in Poetry,
Things that are so musically said,Can only be as good as our daily bread.
I don’t care if you love me,
All I know is you permeate me,And I feel you everywhere,What is this crazy feeling?Never before felt,That sends my heart a reeling,And Forget you, I don’t dare!
Emotions deep, emotions high,
For Love you live and sometimes die,And Love so often makes you cry,Sometimes your hands grow very cold,And shrinking feelings make you old,And yet Emotions new and bold,They keep on popping, never fold,Emotions, small or big or tallLike lightning that you can’t control,And still, we think we Know It All!
Each one of us
But Poetry unites,Calling on good feelings,Uplifting what is right.