Made of feelings,
That do dare,
Even, the purity
Of white Swan
Challenge and flair,
Everywhere.
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What do I feel?
Tumbling around,Life’s lost appeal,What’s True, What’s real?Nobody knows,That’s how it goes,No answers everFoggy forever.
My mind, flips away,
No longer here,Yet you’re all over,You’ll always be,The one I lost,The dearest one,I loved the most,The one for whom,I always carried,That burning troche,But never married.I hurt all over,Especially inside,I’m really not good,At saying goodbye.
A word, a touch, a flower,
That form a loving tower,Each time you’re close to me.
As thoughts
We learn from themAnd try to unconfuseThe mind, make clearSo, thus we cheer,Learning,The greatest friend we have,The inner lightThat melts awayThe darkness and most fears.
Sometimes, one writes
Without fully knowingWhat is happening,Like with LoveYou feel it in your heartBut there is no explanationFor this most wonderfulMany times, painfulOut of reach,Impossible loveSensation.Poetry you can grasp,But love, sometimesIs much more a typeOf unattainably sad,Hallucination.
Your presence
So vital, to meWhere did you go?Fulfilling,My greatest fear,Like untouched mistYou disappeared,Leaving me aloneIn this immense,Regretful,Valley of tears.