Where love
Magnifies,
I stare into Sadness
Itself,
Knowing that help
Will never come,
And that life
Without you
Will burn out,
All by itself.
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To reach out,
All clouds rained out, undone,To change the doubts,Cultivating Truth and Love,That is the Human stuffA limpid pool, not bluffFor when I was a child,My parents taught to me,It’s what you do in Life,What you become and later Be,That really counts, you’ll see.
Nostalgie,
The Sea,As far as the eye can see,How you calm the lonely heart,With your beautifulImmensityWhere pain is lost,Silently,As tears of salt,Roll down the road,Of blue infinity.
Oh, poor poets!
Their verses reaching summitsThat never in reality, will log.But it really doesn’t matterBecause for a few ecstatic minutesThey will have left this planet,And lived,Beyond all imaginable, Limits!
It is not only,
In its unique, fabulous wayBut how it makes you feelWhen it hasThat incredibly vital,Falling in love, appeal.
Some find that reading,
A perfect way,Of losing timeFor nothing of materialWealthCan Poetry provide.I find it rendersHappiness,One of a special kindThat warms youVery deep inside,And sometimesEven,Makes you cry.Poetry’sPlain of reality,And rewardsAre differentFrom everything else,Something, very deepTakes place,That goes far beyondMaterial wealthSomething,That you can’t explainBut that remains with youAll the same,A transfer of sentimentsPlays always a partIn the unforgettable,Poetic game.
A thought, a feel
An artistic vision,Appears,SpontaneousAnd so dearWithout evenKnowing,What conditionsSynapse,What impulsesConnect,Push, extractThe essential essence,That createsThe work of art.