Maybe you’ll come to your senses,
It’s of you, World that I talk.
Similar Posts
Do we deserve non-evolving government?
Where the Dictator, kills all drive,And all have to pay their fare share?
Funny thing, how the words flow,
But the important thing is to show,That it’s a time, when inner feelings also grow.
Blessed are the very Few,
As a drop of dew,Who in their hearts can cultivate,The Red, Red, Rose that fascinates.Those, who teach us how to Love,And thru this Love, can shatter hate!
In positive Change,
We must learn to change,Control human madness.
As our hands become entangled,
I conclude with all this living,That most loves are quite unfair.Lovers seeking in the moonlight,Paths, perhaps they’ll never find,Hearts that wither like a flower,Memories, that stay behind.
In Poetry,
More than logic,It’s how you dealWith Life’s call,Tragic or with Magic,That’s All.