Helga Symon Poems

It's misty shades in chilly morning haze
It's angry shades of fiery autumn blaze
It's shivers in the desperate caress
That makes me worthless
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It's those damnable curls that I see when my eyelids slide down
That revive my exhausted and lost in mad wanderings spirit.
Catlike eyes shine like beacons when darkness surrounds;
For the touch of pale hands any saint would have sinned.
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That's all, it's time to go,
Just lead and I will follow.
It's strange - not long ago
My life seemed, oh, so hollow.
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What is important is to have an aim
Not to forget what for and where you're going.
It may turn out you'll never be the same
But it is better than to live not knowing.
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Alas! The road is calling still,
I cannot waste another moment.
It's time to gather up my will,
Defeat the laziness -my torment.
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So you who measures me by day

Have ever dragged me hot and homeless
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You will come, dressed to kill.
You will sneer, I will reel.
It will just make me feel
an invisible woman.
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