I find and lose; you wonder in vain
How it can be.
I know not, but I know the pain
is deep in me.
Tag: poet
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How can it be?
from google -
A Wreath of Wrath
from google.com He was angry with his foe
And his wrath grew strong
Till his wrath became aglow
With his vengeful wish all along.He went to an old witch on a hill
As his wrath was growing stronger
And asked her for a portent spell
To fill his foe with wrath of an avenger.Thus was laid a wreathe of wrath
On his foe by the paragon of wrath
That consumed his everything to ashes
Ere it bore a fruit in his foe with gashes. -
wordless
A myriad of thoughts stifled by
a hundred of words with no sequence
shall be given free reins to express
without hindrance of the poor locution.Daily diligence, firm perseverance, and strict discipline
may save me from the darkness of inexpressible soul.To that end, keeping a tight rein on the foregoing principles
is my principal guide to the Paradise of Words.
Flame, Glass and Ink are Poems, essays, and reading notes by Stefania Joori Suh 
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