Artchil Daug Poems

What if my heart can no longer love thee
and the yearly spring is gone from this world
leaving it barren with no life to be
as my soul cries for the devil to hold?
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Of heaven's light, the morning smiles beauty
the flower's dance upon the sight of you,
whose eyes cast spell beneath that purity,
looks so tender that fills my soul anew.
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The things I do for love, as the cliché goes on
the stream of emotion that begets a man to follow the wings
of a photon and, as if by magic, travel across
the galaxies without even leaving the embrace
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Two fireflies strutted out one night
near my hut beside the noise of the
highway and the city, in the charms of a July breeze
two of them touching
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What is it in a tickle?
it takes a little gesture
to cloud the senses
shrouds the mind
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I.
Winds of autumn sing
The leaves of trees are humming
Went blindly the soul
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I.
Summer sky turning
Fly you clouds of days bygone
The past wants craving
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I.
Crickets signal night
In the pond the frogs croaking
Sound of life resting
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Those archers
see not their target
for need not their eyes
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Sonata of all sonatas, music beyond cores,
melodic nutcracker no sweet almond can win—
none in this universe, to the sands sprinkled
in space, none your flesh, your fruit, just you.
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