Flowers, gifts that are
Pure beauty of flowing grace.
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There Is some strange string,
As long as we feel compassion,We can hear the human call.
We will sail across the sea,
In a ship full of sweet words,That no one has ever heard,All those words belong to me,But I’ll share them, you will see,For in the poetic world,All is possible, I’ve heard.All my words will be your crown,With my love, your life surround,For forever in their sound,Music flows towards ecstasy,Love projects its fantasy,How much better can…
Today,
We unknowingly are:Tracked down,Movements, soundPurpose boundPrivacy not found,Inundated and drowned.A ‘Big Brother’s World? ‘Or even worse,An infinity of possibilitiesOf the totally, impersonalAnd abusively absurd!Death of Privacy,Caution!Watch Out!
Inseparable, like one,
Sincerity, not spun,You are the life,That flows thru my veins,Poetry is Love,Love is Poetry,Stemming from Life’s,Most inspired tree.
I don’t know which is harder,
Or trying to fill my larder.I follow the Economy,And play the Market, carefully,But there I have no real control,And I may very well lose it All!
The Miracle of Art,
How man can kill so muchAnd then rebound!