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Oh, the mountains
Have not forgottenThe tears of melancholyFrom the PastSo deeply cried,When we wereYoung and lonely,And life seemedSo empty and deprived.We’re sentimentalCreatures,For the most partThat do not takeOur lives in easyStride,Seems there isSomethingAlways missing,Perhaps, that loveThat’s gone away,Forever,From which we canNo longer hide.
There is no solution,
We’re just no good,In getting along.For centuries, looking,For Justice, for Peace,Technically advanced,Humanly wrong,Abusing our brothers,The cheating of the strong,Plus singing of injustice,The same old song.
What do I feel?
Tumbling around,Life’s lost appeal,What’s True, What’s real?Nobody knows,That’s how it goes,No answers everFoggy forever.
Who,
Living,Clarifies a littleStudy and investigating,A little more,But Life, Us,The UniverseRemain a Mystery,Forevermore!
I love all Art,
When I no longer feel alive,I see great paintings and revive,Or watch a classic, flowing film,That lights the room however dim.I love all Art,For art is life,All that we carry way inside,The best of life’s spiritual riteThat moves our sentimental tideAll that transcends and reaches wide,That brings us close and so to findThe link between…
Beauty goes to Beauty,
Not all in Life is dutyHearts should often be,The better judge.