That happiness
Will know, no more?
A heart that beats
But asks,
Please, tell me
What for?
Where to go,
For I am tired
Dreams, expired,
Constant fall
As if there were
Some kind of
Curse,
Behind it all.
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Precious Poetry,
Stays young and vibrant,A Timeless Treasure.Love, immortalizedBy simple wordsNothing like it.Was ever heard.Poetry, will live foreverIt’s the best,Of all human endeavorsSoul written,With all the Poet’sLove, sincerity and fervor.
Why do birds sing?
Why does the Sea,Fascinate so?Why are we here?Where do we go?Once Love is gone,We do not know,Lost is the World,Lost is the Sea,Nothing is left,How can that be?
It is so painful to see,
Being strangled,Mercilessly.Oh my Country, my Country!How sad can it be,We’ve lost our home,Without fighting,Silently,You and me,In this Country by the sea,Someone came in the Night,And stole our Liberty.
I may have cracked too many egg shells,
Not done much conventionally,Burned too many stars,Not blown my horn,But I never counted or sold my dreams,And I lived some that were definitely mine,And even though I never found you,I know that if I had,Our life together would have been sublime.
We were like nail to flesh,
I spoke, he did not,But we understood each other,More than not,I loved him, and he loved me back,With a love without words,The one you can’t forget,The one, we can never regret.We were like nail to flesh,So when he was taken from me,The pain, the rupture, the tear,Was totally unbearable,And still is,My heart will never heal,Time…