Nor will it be taken
Down, a road it
Cannot own,
So many lives
Are pure disaster
Because they never
Knew how to be
Their own master
And look beyond
What is already
Done and known.
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Poetry,
When lonelinessIs at its height,And Stars, converseWith mortals,About Love.
Concisely said,
Images wed,Feelings fed.
I loved you then
No matter whenNo matter how,Now that you’re goneWill I go on?Or will I be,Like some WhiteSwan,Just die of heartbreak,And be done.
Poets are a strange lot
Feelings and poetic flashes,Quite a lot.Greatest satisfaction!Above all,Never political plotsPoets love humanity,Quite a lot!
What can I do?
It was ment to be,You’re my Destiny.Like the wave loves the Sea,Like the gull must be free,Like our blood has to flow,Like the Wind has to blow,And all trees have to grow,You are part of my soul,You’re my heart’s melody,Like the cry of the Sea,You’re my life’s Symphony,You’re my life’s Mystery,My Divine Destiny.
For my day
I must findA poem sweetFull of ardorAnd of love,Making sadnessJust give upAnd acceptingQuick defeat.