Blast from the past Poem by Valeria Hogg
Walking down the streets
Taking a deep breath of the smell of all different leaves,
Life was fast washing away
All this beautiful mystical live play.
Sending out a cry for love
to all those who passed by
here long ago the same street
as my mind begins to heat.
Knowing the unknown as so certain,
Facing the treat of this burden,
Stopping my mind to think of this circle,
As time goes by in an endless hurden.
Exigerating to mind and body
we tend to be restless demanding,
but time is the only mind lobby,
for this life which has been to us a granting.
Nostalgia fills our heart
as our soul keeps planning
the life we have been riding
sudden reality blast sends its alert
of reality biting towards our end.
The incertitude of our journey
keeps away our fears,
but strive towards future are burning,
our heart keeps away the tears
of all our inner hurting.
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Edgar Allan Poe
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- I'll Never Stop Loving You, Karen Montegrande
- Why I Love You, Udiah (witness to Yah)
- Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
- The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
- If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
- If, Rudyard Kipling
- Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas
- Who, Sri Aurobindo
- Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
- Daffodils, William Wordsworth