How very dangerously unhappy,
Sometimes Life can really get
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Communism doesn’t work,
Before nothing, now it’s worse,Fifty Six years, Empty Purse!
Sometimes from pain,
Conceiving the deepest feelings,That artistically may thrive,As consolation,For the love that is gone,As a poetic drive,That to paradise and contentment,Will never again arrive.
Beyond life,
As what wasFondly ableTo reach,The heart,In its most,Intimate domain.
Up and up the hill we went,
Now we are on straight free fall,Losing Country, reaching small,Lying, cheating, muddy crawlIs there no shame left at all?
Love and Life,
Duo, togetherLife in love with Love,Love in love with Life,As I am with you,Forever!
If not for Poetry
What beautyWould be left?Where would sensitiveHearts go?Find refuge, find helpWould Hope,Still be felt?