Their happiness is also your domain
But if the loved one,
Is no longer there,
How do you keep on living,
Why and Where?
Sad is the white Magnolia,
Flower bloom,
That proudly adorns the tree,
Its green Lagoon,
Sad is the moon in darkened, sky,
That lost the earth, but cannot cry,
Sad is the lonely heart, that feels despair,
That’s lost its way and doesn’t care,
For you, beloved, are not there!
A saddening breeze, Is everywhere.
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Poetry, Poesia,
Love you?In my darkest hoursFriend and lover,In my saddest momentsConsolation,In your wordsAnd feelings,All the love,All the vibrationsOf Life,In mystic adoration.
In the Golden Trellis of Life.
I want to fill the EarthWith Song,Grateful melodies,Alive!For All that Love,And do no wrong.
I wore my heart on my sleeve
Time and kicks and hurtsMake you learn and discernThat all your toldMay not be true,And that life is notAn open, upward Rocket.
Feeling the Love,
A wondrous poem, made for two,The seven oceans of the sea,Not big enough for this love, beFor it transcends all other love,I’ve ever felt, or will think of,That’s how it was so long ago,And that’s how it shall always be,This Love so deep, this you and me.
Love makes you whole again,
It opens portals, yet unknown,Of happiness untold.Love makes you whole again,It gives you winged waves,That cross the sea,Making you free,And finally, essentially,Love really, really saves.
When a man
And there aren’tMany so,Those, that can beHate him,Attack himWant him, away,Let goDon’t want itTo be soThat’s how lowSome things called menWill go.Bear this in mindBefore judging someoneYou really don’t know,And that by liesAnd false propagandaHas been treated,So unfairly, soAnd lied about,‘Democratically’Hoping you wouldNever, know! ! !Do not let the truthBe murdered,Your blood will beThere too!
In love, aside from sipping the wine of timelessness,
nothing else exists.
There is no reason for living except for giving one’s life.
I said, ‘First I know you, then I die.’
He said, ‘For the one who knows Me, there is no dying.’
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