Transferred into words,
I’m coming home
A pleasurable gift
I’m not alone!
Even now,
That Autumn colors
Fade away,
Music and I,
Hopefully
Will still have
Something beautiful
To say.
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These are harsh times,
Difficult times,And all I’ve got to fight with,Are a couple of stupid Rhymes,It’s not fair!
I want to cross the mountains.
I want you here forever,Together, just with me.I know this stupid stanza,Can never, never be,But Dreams are the bonanza,Of those who drown at sea.
Heaven can be touched,
Angelic words all dressed in white,Have loving wings that can take flight,That’s why I whisper every night,‘I love you so, with all my might’
Yes, A good Poet is
And as long as heartAnd language exist,A source of joy, love and peace,No favoritism intended,But good PoetryCan also beA life’s new lease.
So strong, so deep, so ours,
Surrounding warmth that showers,More happiness,Than all of Life’s short hours.
Poets are just stupid fools,
Living way into the clouds,Swaying Words, not clear nor loud,Dreaming, things will one day change,When they know so very well,Life’s less heaven and more hell.