As what was
Fondly able
To reach,
The heart,
In its most,
Intimate domain.
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The day, presents itself gray,
A strong feeling of wear and tear,Of Light, without shine,Figurines of white porcelain dream,Those, that no human hand can design,Frigid, no warmth, no care,But are everywhere.Today, there is a sadness in the air,A lagging feeling of, ‘I don’t care’And a gray silence, invades the air,No human feeling, Anywhere.Yes, you guessed it!Depression, sitting on a chair,Dreams…
I worship Beauty,
Where inspiration,Can grow, I’m told,The Soul with wings,The Heart that sings,And sees Creation,In everything.I worship Deserts,Where Cacti spring,The desert flower,Changes everything,I want to fill them,With cooling verse,Describing all,That’s humanly, terse.I worship Oceans,The liquid Blue,That changes color,And is always new,Amazing life pool,Of Mystery,The seas have always,Spoken to me.And finally, I worship you,The best living spirit,I ever,…
Love is a trap,
Made for PoetsTo feelAnd write about,But alsoFor those, exposedAnd frantically apt,To getting their heartsStolen,In a moment of weaknessThat for a Lifetime,May last.
The Humming bird,
The size of a flower,With beauty that towers,Wings tiny that sing.It’s made up of colors,Was born to be freeIn perpetual motion,A joy, just to see.
Song,
Words that sing along,Endlessly,Remaining in your heart,And memory,Forever fresh, beautifully blessed,Making Life easier to go along,With the indispensable musicof Love, as your Life-long Song.
Clouds are weird formations,
Sometimes like cities in the Sky,They just float by,Other times from white to gray,They let the Tempest, rain away,Always entertaining,Never dull, never returning,In same shape or form,For the Way of Clouds,There is no norm.