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So many imitations,
In the bottom of the OceansThat hide so many thingsLike maybe even our originsAnd from where life does beginOr are our secret answers,In the spirals of the UniverseOf which we don’t know, anything.
Since an apple a day
Then two apples a dayMust keep ‘everything’ at bay.
We never found each other,
That all the love I have in meWas never given to another,Only loneliness discovered.
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.
To be moved by Poetry,
Words caressing, tenderlyOpen skies and spirits free,Love is born, spontaneously.And a Poem conquers all,And becomes part of your soulTo communicate that wayTakes us to another worldWhere love, peace and beauty roamWhere life’s sentimental journey,Can at last find its true home.
This is not, this is not,
Where each day we strived for better.Where World’s freedom quickly grew,This is not my dearest Country,One where heads were held so high,And for Liberty and Justice,We were all willing to die.Class division, nonexistent,We were all just citizens,Democratic, coexistence,And a helping hand to lend.We must now get back our courage,No to handouts, flabbiness,You cannot keep up…