Victoria Hardy Poems

Is it really beautiful
To be beautiful,
That in a world
So manipulated by nothing but
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It was a chilly spring night
Though the flowers in the front
Yard had bloomed
The frost was not gone
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The beauty of love is not in stability.
But in uncertainty.
When your lips shiver,
and your heart pounds
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Walking among the gloomy morning,
I hear birds resume their singing
Towards the dawn
Taken away by images of nature
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She belonged to a fantasy world
Surrounded by misty mornings
In a far away land
With everlasting greens
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Another november morning
Of the eight it was
deeply breathed,
Started after that dream
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Life was lost in that silence of night.
Once again, there,
We had come to a deadlock
Reminding you
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I shouldn't sleep at all I thought
For waking up is the worst.
Waking up without you
Even when you're with me.
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I said to myself
'Look how much you wrote...'
To that book of life
In twenty something pages.
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Smelling like you
Had its very own meaning.
It went on for a while
Even after you left.
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