Normal, less normal, insane,
Some people like to read,
The Clouds that Poets write,
But living in the Clouds,
A danger signal is,
For even famous poets,
Cannot fully describe,
The Mystery that life Is!
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The trouble with Poetry
It feels too muchSees too muchWants the TruthToo muchLoves too muchIs oversensitiveAnd hurts too much!Dangling fears,On crystal chandeliersPoetry criesIt’s melodious Tears…
When another person’s Light,
Just rejoice and keep it close,Happiness, without remorse!
You can’t argue with true Art,
To our colorless lives,Filled with so many,Unimportant things.
Life is shockingly unfair,
Sharing Love and deep affection,Makes things easier to bareGiving Life its true connection.
Life is not fair,
And most of the time,We cry in despair.A World badly written,With strife and deceit,Where just to survive,Is already a feat
This used to be our time,
Spring Time,When, we were happiest together,As Winter’s cold retreated,March sang its Spring Time Song,Slowly, then fury, excitementAll around us, new life was born,But this year, it’s sadly different,Gone for me all the excitement,You’re no longer by my side,And all love is gone without you,Life is but an empty ride.I remember days of rapture,When togetherness was…