Nor can Solitude find
Home,
When I lost you,
My life ended,
When you left,
So did my soul.
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Thinking, ‘Ain’t I sly’No truthfulness whatsoever,Yet, this goes on forever,As, hope in the future, dies
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Extraordinary,In its kindness,Embracing All,With poetic blindness,Loving All,Regardless,Of creed, race or religion,Poetry, always,Universal Vision.
I can whip up a poem,
But gosh and by gone it!Not as cute as those kittensThat lost all their mittens.
Very little moves,
Except spontaneous creation,When free of human,Manipulation..Certain Poems,Have it!And when one falls upon One,There is a strangeAnd wonderful flutterOf the Heart,That can make you flyTo regions,Of unimaginable, transparencyThat can only be feltThru LoveParticipating in a dynastyOf intangible and thrillingSensations from aboveSo hard to even describe,The apotheosis,The divine statusOf feeling the immensityOf the Sea,For the first time,Thru…
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Not being brave enough,To tackle all the starsHaving to let goToo soon,Not expressing whatYou really feel.Love is suchA passionate, delicateFlower,That so many timesWe let escape and witherFor not being sincere,Or afraid to confessWhat we really feel,But also by beingStupidity’s wardsAnd life’s Cowards.
Some people have beautiful,
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