More in fear than in anger
Still the girl lost in time
She kept a pretty garden
With the sweetness of secrets
In a labyrinth of a thousand stories
Wondrous, rather than gorgeous
As a path to the garden was mysterious.
Tag: poem
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matter of feeling
Why is it that life is livable
When it is read, not spoken
It is nuanced, not shown?
What you say isn’t mine
A mass mantra I hear ever
Happiness is a matter of effect
Sadness is the truth of the heart.
Positivity kindles, hope revives
When I trust in your true colors
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wheel of fortune
The wheel is spinning, spinning
When to stop only chance picks
How to pick hardly anyone knows
As the whims of Fortuna are steering
Blindfolded the divine lottery
Fair randomness but senseless.
The Fates divide, gods consent
The will and hubris unite in revolt
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Lost lot
The name she calls out to the vacant
fills the void with the silent absence.
Her eyes chase the flights of desire
that imbibe the sense to the heart
in sweet honeydew of lovely illusions.
But the bleakness of rude silence
shatters them and shakes her sense.
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sound of sky
I hear the skies screaming
As swifts follow the wind
From east of the sun breasting
The air in never-ending abundance
As the sun declines in the twilight
Moving the flow of time beneath their wings
And fill with unknown longing my heart.
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cry raven
What is a cry of a raven?
To the left, you hear
To the right, you whisper
In the meanders of night
Afoot to the enchanted forest
You rove thru the moonlit paths
Willing, following Dog Star
That leads you to the raven
Murmuring to his divine master.
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