How come there’s
So much hate!
Hurry man,
Time’s a skippin’,
It’s getting very late!
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In Poetry,
Every sentiment just right,Form a Necklace of well being,Made of beauty, sound and light.
Hearts on fire, burn ahead,
There are some that mark you so,That forever with you go,Like a friend or like a lover,Just enamored with each other.
A ‘Normal Poet’:
That still believesThat Hope and Love,Can still exist,Somehow…
Of all the things on Earth
Does synthesize,All dreams inside,And All that life is worth.
Things said Poetically,
And Poets can get away,With things that others dare not say.