But who would not drown?
Happily,
In her fantastic waves.
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Today,
Most relationships don’t last,Selfishness, interest moves most heartsLifelong friendships are a thing of the past.
What’s in a poem?
So many good momentsThat pass you by,So many dreams,That reach the skySo many love stories,That laugh, that cryAnd so many questionsUnanswered,Why?Yet, we want to live,To love, to write,Discover secretsOf crying, dovesEven as Sunset comethTaking away life’s light,We must never stop,Loving Beauty, giving LoveRespecting Life,And alwaysUpholding what is right.
In Poetry
Become wordsWords becomeFire,Fire becomesLove and desireBegging,To be heard.
Life is a series of phases
When young, time racesWhen old, you won’t let goOf memories, of places,Of loved ones,That you loved soRemembering,Melancholically,So very long ago.
We loved each other,
Love has the power,That even Silence can’t revoke.
Fixed glare into space,
Life’s race?That’s not the wayWhen imaginationBecomes an obsessionAnd for reality,There’s no longerA place.Beware, BewareOf fixed obsessions!For only shadowsDo they chase,That will enslave youAs their possessions,Making you, surelyLose Life’s race.