Illumination, joy that counts,
Poetic Flashes, no accounts,
For them, no forbidden amounts.
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Let’s face it,
No better than a bunch of moles,Hiding in ourselves,Not daring to come out,Of our protective shellsHiding in our secret holes.
There is still snow and ice,
When will it melt?No one knows, When,Centuries may go by,And it may still be there,Icebergs don’t die,They just float in despair
How do I dislike you?
Too long to enumerate,But what I dislike most about you is,That you have disseminated Hate,And have tried, our lovely Country,To bankrupt and break.
The ups and downs,
Who can predictThe sharpness of life’s knife?At times so sad and quick.So profit of good timesYes, those tender,Happy momentsWhen all is wellAnd love does spell,Its lovely song in rhymes.
Read me,
Passionately, tooIntimately, Flowingly,Just for you.Don’t let themKnow,That we haveA secret pactThat says,We’ll neverLet each otherGo!And that real Love.We discoveredOh, so long ago.
Things change so quickly,
One day you’re booming,The next you’re out.On Earth, for blooming,You must move fast,Most gorgeous Flowers,Just do not last.