The curtains are drawn to a tight close,
And the last visitors in my life are gone.
I am alone at home with my weathered art,
And holding in my mind's eye my feeble heart.
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In the shades of love
My heart flutters its wings
A butterfly on a daisy
Touching the rim of nectar
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Why do I need a prison?
When all I have is you
Locking me from within
Like sardines inside a can tin
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He stood on solid grounds
-No pen no paper, no recorder-
Master: Show me the rules
To avoid pitfalls of all fools.
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When they hang my portrait
Does it mean I am dead?
People look into my eyes
And see the sparks of life
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The Creation
When God had made the earth and sky,
The flowers and the trees.
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Does life improve with the quick passage of time?
Autumn moods set its claws in nature's hearts
One breath away from the gloom and doom, winter's clime
Outside to inside forced life in fake pots silky arts.
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Choo choo choo
Train going by
Its whistle blowing
Smoke puffs rising
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The death of me on this web site
I caused it to crash and took it with me.
It's my funeral poem that caused its demise
Forgive me dear Poets for my mistake
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