Never wrote poetry in mansions rows
Or stood in demand of price
yet, it's a vow and my soul owes
On poetry, never bet or throw a dice
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Locked in my house like a frightened widow!
Watching; sunset and enjoying the show,
A redden sky, A sight of a crow.
The earth turning, the world moving to low?
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Rain me with love, then rise; my lady.
Rise me with misery, though show some pity.
Oh; my lady, your cosmos is calling my name.
since your off; my world hasn't been the same.
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Thou are the one in my wake and my dreams,
Thou are the bright of my poem and it beams!
My love! what reasons I may have but thee!
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Peace upon the wind that rustle home,
Through the ruins to the golden dome.
News, Than gusts carving the eternal sand;
And ships overriding The blacken land!
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Let's cry and sing
I am your king
Through good or bad
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Drunk! ? not yet, oh some more wine
Than poetry; poets haven't left a line
Yet, words hath the sword's tine
Read the sky, witnessed the sign
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Saw the sky; mirror to the sun
Day's reflection brightening the moon
Felt the wind leading to the way
Making the joy, sharing the good
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Higher than guns the hearts screech,
Louder when it's white; yet bleeds
Upon the paper of speech
Rising the pain through it needs..
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