Thru Life’s summer and winter,
What’s lost is lost,
With the flow of Time
Choices are few,
Till the final ‘adieu’.
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Moods,
They make you sadThey make you mad,But love,You must know by now,Is the deepest of vowsThe very best you have,Or will ever, have had.
Nothing closer,
Except a child,So take good careYou give birthTo both.
When I read
I feel that lifeHas a purpose,That it’s not all,Black or White,Or evil’s fight,For you are the lightOf my existence,My close protectionNot life’s distance,And I must notConcealThat all revolves aroundYour beautiful soul’sAppeal,So I write this,So you should knowThe immense gratitude,I feel.
True Poetry,
It’s lightening that you cannot fight,A might that you cannot impeach,So powerful, so human right!It goes beyond all other speech,Defying darkness, blessing light.
What is uplifting
Why are we always searchingFor the ‘Cannot’Never satisfiedWith what we’ve gotSo many times, we createOur own hell,Believe it or not.
Poets know what Poets know!
To make them let goOf truth acquiredOr inspired,Honesty in most of them,The goal,Never heard of many poetsWho the welfare of the peopleAnd the freedom of their soulBetrayed or even stole.