Face to face
With all that
Surrounds us,
Feelings that never
Go to waste.
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Our appetites are great,
‘More’, is just not a word,It’s a constant site of attraction,Proving perpetual human,Dissatisfaction!
Poetry is,
Combined,Listen to its orchestraPlayingSymphonies,For everybody’sSoul and Mind.
Thinking, thinking all the time,
In the solitude of Time,In the solitude of morn,Life inserts its painful thorn,For existence is a myth,Knowing not, why we exist.
The perfect combination,
Give you a sensation,That by the Soul is heard.Music, Words and Soul,Equal PoetryComplicated?Not at all.
So lost,
Our lives hang,From one thread,Spider web, thin.And yet we go on,Groping in the dark,Of our useless existence,Like Autumn LeavesWaiting to Fall.
Maybe
We can be what we want to be,But here and now,Dreams are made of sadness,And impossibilities,What should be, cannot be,Like this love,Between you and me.