For they are able to feel and see,
What no prose can ever be
And live in perpetual discovery.
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We will never forget,
Those that have died,Those that still cry,All the Innocents,That so unjustly,Were taken away.RIP.
As the rivers flow to oceans,
Reminiscing in my silence,Comes the need to think aloud,And what better than a poem,That becomes a traveling cloud,With past thoughts and inner feelings,Where deep memories are allowed.Poem, friend that wakes my silence,Takes me gently by the hand,Helps me write a Sea of Feelings,All my world it understands.
Time’s projection,
How many minutes in a day?How many seconds in a Lifetime?Life, just flies away,And we are but units of Time,Ticking away,With all our imperfections.
You’re right,
For Poets leave no stone of life untouched,And Yes, sometimes Life is sad and hurts so much!Yet, there are Roses to be grown,Seas to open, fields to roam,Roads to discover that lead to Rome,There is still Hope that humanity,One day will live in peace,And that the Whole World will be enlightened,As once was Ancient Greece
Oh, my heart is tinged with Silence,
Looking for you in my darkness,Where you are, I do not know,All I know is that without you,Life has lost its vital glow,And the Embers of this Silence,Burn more than you’ll ever know.
Why do birds sing?
Why does the Sea,Fascinate so?Why are we here?Where do we go?Once Love is gone,We do not know,Lost is the World,Lost is the Sea,Nothing is left,How can that be?