From time to time,
There is a spark,
That lets us see some light,
But more than once,
Our quivering minds,
Just transit in the dark,
And once again, in search of Light,
Our journey has to start.
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The Soul of all language,A Birth newly found,A Sea of expression,Unleashed, without bound.Within Human madness,A Poet is Love,That mourns now and always,The death of a Dove.
What is Happiness?
It’s being with the One you Love,And never letting go.
Even though we loved each other,
We will never be together,I regret my very birth!
It’s all about Feeling,
It’s all about Caring,You and me,It’s all about Dreaming,Infinity,It’s all about Painting,A Scarlet Sea,It’s all about Loving,So endlessly,It’s all about Living,Decently,And yet, Finally,It’s all about Nothing,So you see,We are not controlling,Our Destiny.
For centuries
To live in PeaceWith one another,Complete failure!Ferociously destructiveForces,Within us, make usThe most dangerousAnd mentally unstableBeings, of the planet,Not fit to liveWith one anotherAnd always blamingOur faultsOn each other.Wake up!Grow up!Nobody is responsibleFor the pain you spreadNor the fooling of others,But yourselfIts time to knowThe difference,Between right and wrongAnd stop harming,Each another,By being, truthfulAnd strong.There is…
May I offer you
Made of flowersFrom my heart, today,All the love I’ve savedAlong, life’s weary wayIs waiting,For youWith more tenderness,Than I can even say,So won’t you come and getYour Spring bouquetRoses and CarnationsAre debatingWhich will have madeIt, worth all the waitingFor this unforgettableSpring delirium, felt,Blooming in our hearts,Today.