villiamor calventas Poems

days of stress
even the psyche moans
of the existence of nightmares
within the soul
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there are stars above
i used to love them
yet now they seem not bright
they are not the stars back home
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i heard
the whisper of the thunder
and in silenced my dreams
shouted a deafening murmur
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when you love someone
you should also care
for it is not love
if you do not care
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day is hot
sittng on my swivel chair
trying to chase
wild ideas
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.they come..

come and go..
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i tried and tried
to deceive the beatings of my heart
only to find out
i really cannot...
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teach me not
of hatred.my heart
cries for love true and pure
teach, me not of wars
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hearts trek
feet travel to the road
leading to unknown tombs
forgotten by the winding clocks
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chocolates and roses
tears and joys
whatever it is
it makes life
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