In a candy store.
‘Adios America’
Goodbye.
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What is it about Poetry,
Like Cupid’s Life-Giving arrow,Love turns Poetry into Art
When you love someone
All for yourself,They are your pearl,Your handsome photograph,Your joy,The precious lightOf life itself.And if ever that true love,Is lost,Your existence fades awayAnd melts,You are only half alive,In a withering worldOf constant painWhere only tears will thrive.
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.
Do tears ease
That happinessWill know, no more?A heart that beatsBut asks,Please, tell meWhat for?Where to go,For I am tiredDreams, expired,Constant fallAs if there wereSome kind ofCurse,Behind it all.
I have come to the conclusion,
About all that we’re about,What is good and what is bad?What is true and what is sad?What is man, forever mad?Nothing known, and nothing fixed,Makes the World a ‘dangerous mix’
In Poetry,
More than logic,It’s how you dealWith Life’s call,Tragic or with Magic,That’s All.