In a second, in a minute,
In a day,
Will it really help,
If I pray?
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Sit and look at the wall,
Loneliness does not care,If you move or if you stare.Solitude’s story,More pain than glory.
Let’s see,
Or that time, when we first met,As Time stopped, the world did tooAnd existing from that moment,There was you and only you.How you filled my empty life,With the dreams of ‘it’s just right’How I’ve loved you ever since,How you saved me from despair,Knowing, love for life was there.
Inspiration,
Poetry flowsIn this magic manner,Feelings more than wordsTies that tieTo the human herdPoetry, verseNever dividingUniting,While loveThroughout the UniverseIs felt and heard.
Enraptured,
The Word Voyager writes,The real and the imaginary coincide,Sometimes collide,In a strange quarry of melancholy,feelings, freedom and pride.
The trouble with Poetry
It feels too muchSees too muchWants the TruthToo muchLoves too muchIs oversensitiveAnd hurts too much!Dangling fears,On crystal chandeliersPoetry criesIt’s melodious Tears…
I know nothing about,
Of classical music,Nor am I able to read notes,A language, I will never quote,All I know is that whenI hear some heavenly melody,Love and eternity speak to me.