The waves do break
Against the rocks
When Tempest strikes
And Love is cast.
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In the dark corners,
Of the Universe, of the Infinite,
Poetry starts to die,
Now almost all is permitted,
...
Wasting time,
Writing verses,
In a world,
Full of curses,
...
What are we?
Not even
Feathers in the wind,
Not even Leaves
...
Make it
Up the mountain
Make it up the hill
Don't go by
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Why don't we feel,
More love than hate.
Why do some love
The dark, instead
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Oh Song!
What you do to me,
You inspire me
Take me away
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We are human
Thru expression,
Let goodness
And compassion
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Sensitive Souls,
Most poets, usually are
Such beautiful
Sensitive Souls!
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Today,
In this World
Of the Absurd,
Insanity is King
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