Feelings from
Good hearts, travel
That’s how,
New poems are born.
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If Poet’s dreams,
I’d share them All,But just with you,A selfish lover I would be,Because you do belong to me.
Do birds sing in the Autumn,
Do lovers cry in Autumn,For fear of losing All?Why is this Season favored,By poets and by song?Is it because they know and feel,That Life will be reborn?Or because they sadly hearLife’s melancholy song?
Thru the Distance,
We comprehend each other’s heart,We can establish dialogue,A silent Dialogue of Love,Mysterious language of the Souls,And even though we’ve never met,We come together,Step by step,Invisibly and Silently,And touch each other,Secretly,Love opens doors,To Eternity.
Art helps us live,
Of feelings, mind and soul,In Art, the Artist does give birth,To inner life,Projecting Beauty’s call!
What’s behind the made-up face?
Behind the makeup mask,There’s unknown spaceWho can predict the ride?We all do wear some makeup,Real or false or shrewdTrying to turn our vital tide,And language is the perfect, PlayAll made up, on our side.
Oh Love,
Love!The deepest throbThat hearts can feelAs mortals kneelBefore your alterLife begets,This tender,Everlasting, feelingOf sweet surrender,That only Loving heartsCan ever have,On learningLife’s secret meaning.