Sensations given,
Open doors,
Imagination triggers,
Flight
To unknown Worlds
Of pure delight.
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Tell me how you feel,
The way I feel for you,Every hour, every year,Every minute, thru and thru:Like a cloud that cannot rain,Like an ocean white, not blue,Like a winter on a plain,Like transparency of dew,Like the light that comes and goes,Where it stops, nobody know,Like the wind tied to a tree,A deep pain you cannot see,Tell me this and…
Twinkle, twinkle,
How I wonder Who you are,No one writes the way you do,Can’t stop loving reading you,Twinkle, twinkle,Poet Star,Keep on being who you are.
I run to Poetry,
And there,Some peace and satisfaction,Find.The atrocities committed,And yet to come,Make it difficultNot to become numb.But Poetry saves,Brings Beauty back,Gives you hope,When all is blackPoetry saves,And so does Art,They are the waves,That heal, the heart.
The essence of language is Poetry,
Makes not out of words a mere mockery,Opens Worlds that are heard in sonority.
The flowing beauty of the Sea,
The ever, salty widespread breeze,That white cloud sails, profit with ease.The memory of a life gone by,The waves that seem to say goodbye,My ship has sailed,Will not return,The lonely vastness of the SeaSeems now to cry, softly with me.
Wonderful paintings
Sensations, desires,FeelingsThat don’t expire,Talented choirThat echoesIn the distance,Bringing us closerTo LoveAnd Life’s fire.