Nick Kler Poems

Sometimes, late at night
I open up my heart
And I see the moon
Hiding behind
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We used to lay down together
Under the blanket
Of Persian skies
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I'm trapped here
I'm buried in this
Deeper within
This hollow ground
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Sometimes, I start to feel
As if, everyone I know
Left me here
All alone, for good
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Who knows the act of God?
Whose name should I call?
Talk to me
O' vicious loneliness
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There is no cure
for this awful pain
we have given each other
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Fragility,
like crystal glass,
like vivid dreams,
like silky threads,
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Sometimes, I sit here alone
And I think to myself,
What if,
you were here next to me
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We are like roses
that never bothered to blossom
when they were to blossom
Now, the sun, it seems
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