My love is everywhere,
And as long as I’m alive,
For you alone,
I’ll Love and Care.
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I receive a line
I write,It starts to takeShape,Love is awakenedAnd writing becomesMy lover,Should I be satisfiedWith that,When I awake?
I wonder if an Author of a play,
While writing what they say?Becomes all his Characters created,Come what may?What a beautiful, full Life!In every way.
‘Poets, Politicians and Musicians’
In this Piece,Poets will LiePoliticians will Cry,Musicians will swim in a Moat,While the Country sings,‘Missing the Boat’
Putting words together
HadIs rather, nice,The ArchitectureIs by Life,WeatheredAnd the MemoriesHave no price
We all want to shock,
Some do it negatively,By throwing verbal rocks,Or printing evil blocks,Or lying to each other,Thinking that that way,They’ll hit harder,And negatively get farther.
Every poem, a painting,
Impressions you can’t arrest,Impressions you can’t forget,Feelings and emotions,Of happiness or distress,Stamped in words forever,As in a painting, at its best.