From time to time,
From cruel reality
It should not be our
Only home
Dream a little,
Live and love
Like the Rose
When detached,
From its thorns
Life is too short
For trivialities,
What you love,
You should own.
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Limpid pools of Moonlight gather,
In the quiet moonlit hours,Dreams of love are traveling best.I will love you being lonely,With a love I can’t forget,You will always be beside me,As the Moon our love protects.In the darkness I will find you,For I know you exist somewhere,Then the moonlight will astound you,And be glorious everywhere.
Poetry is,
Combined,Listen to its orchestraPlayingSymphonies,For everybody’sSoul and Mind.
There are so many mysteries,
Things we know Nothing aboutThat even if we write them,Love them or forget themThey will never be oursFor we live inIgnorant towersWith no flowersOf Truth.
Explain this everlasting, longing to me,
The tears that come without my askingThe grinding and persistent strain,The emptiness that totally remains,The force that cruelly took you from me,But never asked,Why I keep crying in the rain.
To all I ask,
Who is true?Get the mirrorLook at you,Hold onMaybe just a few,Or maybe None,Now the question’s done.
Must Everything today
I hear language usedIn the public place,In the cinema, TV,Offensive to others and to me,Used at a vertiginous pace,More and more,Gutter language,More arsenic than lace.