In mystery,
As Life flows?
That is the secret
Of curiosity,
And poetry,
Going, where
No one dares to go.
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Simply, impressive Beauty,
The green, the bows,The singing waters of the Sea,The Love one feels when this we see,A flower blooms so silently,It is a Rose, so beautifully,A sign of Hope, persistently,No matter how often I see,These gifts of Nature that are free,I always marvel, softly say,‘Please never take these gifts away’To He who made them I do…
Who invented Poetry?
In order to honor themAnd say, ‘I love it, so! ‘Who invented love?I think that now I knowThose who wrote, Poetry,So happiness would flow.
Do you love me?
Will you leave me?Never!Will you love me?Forever!Will I love you?You’d better,Are you happy?Together,Life as One?Is better,Will we always Love each other?Even harder,What makes Life so worthwhile living?One Another.
Strange,
On the Internet.Who is realAnd who is not?Who is hiding an identityOr some kind of horriblePlot?No its not our imaginationThat carries us awayWhen it comesTo the Shadows of the InternetSherlock Holmes, the famous detectiveWould have had, without a doubtA rather festive, field day,Trying to discover who they wereAnd also many of their plots,As Shadowy shadows…
I miss you,
Like Romanticism misses pain,I miss you,As I softly cry in vain,For I know I have lost you,Forever!And even though, I miss you,More than Ever,I know we will never again,Be together…
From where cometh
The weakest glitter ofSo faraway, a Star?It cometh from inside your SoulWhere love hath sanctified it allWhere only true love is rebornAs slowly,Life begins to call,Again.