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If there is beauty in poetry, I seek to write it. Whom doesn't seek beauty of some kind? |
Drink! Drink! A rowdy crowd sways
The heartfelt sighs of a hard day...
All seems different in our abode
The air boreal, denser...
'Twas in a playground in a school upon a bended...
Adorned with autumn leaves and roots that wring...
Adjure adjure; entreats the scent of a yellow...
alluring a sweet earthy olive fragrance...
A sycamore tree, stands broad and alone upon a...
spring ochre leaves fall upon lush verdure...
I live the truthfulness of love wherein,
And draw in precious breath as breath is drawn...
When you do boast of matters yours well know
The words you uttered missed what you know most...
Dear friend, diminished is your sight of late,
Obscuring the sun, obscuring the moon...
I write here beauty true on layers white;
Not fame nor fortune steers my loving pen...
The sight of you beneath a blossomed tree,
With joy and peace my grateful heart has filled...
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What is loyal but is no friend? |
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The second greatest tragedy of a suicide is those whom won't acknowledge it. |
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Problem is I've had to wait all day, now my patience is whispering impatient thoughts |