Valsa George Poems

Peace and terror
Poetry and dull logic
Poverty and opulence
They coexist side by side
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In a never sleeping metropolis
In the dungeon of a room
My days and nights are locked!
I, a traveler on a street, with no end in sight
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In the sea of faces I saw a face
All in a haze, so filmy
Nothing did I see clearly
But a pair of love lit eyes
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Once he spotted a hive of honey bees
Upon a branch amid a clump of trees
He thought of taking honey
That would fetch him some money
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Caught in the clutch of darkness, I quail
Seeing it shrouding my spirits, I wail
Assailed by afflictions severe
My life is now devoid of all cheer
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Lost in Love's Chant

I still can't call to mind our first meeting
But as we saw each other more frequently
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Bearing a crown of thorns
Someone planted a kiss
Scarring my face, the spikes
Pricked deep, letting
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In moody silence, nursing my shallow bruises
I sat outside in the graying hours of the night
Staring into the cloudy night sky
With nothing to cheer my sullen spirit
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Lo, after the dull and rainy day
Has dawned a bright and sunny day
Stop my friends, your indoor play
Into the country side, let us stray
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