Down here on Earth,
There’s nothing worth,
To see or even try,
But many reasons,
Just to say goodbye!
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Everything has a purpose,
Where then does poetry go?Straight to the heart,As far as we know,After that,It becomes inner light,Holding onto feelings,So very tight.
Love,
Easy to lose,Love fades quicklyWhen not used.Love,Adoration between two,Sudden waterfall,Soft as dew,Tenderness,Both bold and sweet,Feeling that you can’t defeat.Love, why did you hide from me?That’s the one place,Where you don’t want to be free.
At moments,
And then,Even without realizing it,Desperately, loved you.I suppose,There are differentKinds of desperate loves,Those you can’t leave behind,And forgetAnd those you can’t live without.In both cases, its hard not toCry and shout!
Poetry can feed the Soul
To the idealistic poetLittle does it matter,The necessity,For expressing, feelingsInner thoughts,The opportunityOf getting readIs all that matters!Spiritual WellnessHas no price,Poetry helps someTo continue on,And not shatter.
When I shall be,
Think of me sometime,Think of our time togetherWhen hand in hand we would climb.To the highest mountain,Just to write a single rhyme,And look into each others eyes,As if the whole Universe were there,And the World was ours, gentle and fair,Think of me then, remember me when,We were happy, together.
Ah!
Created Characters,That would, the world, amaze.And now,It is too late!I’m just a tired wreck,That not even,The beauty of Love’s Red Rose,Could easily resurrect…..