A Mini Poetry Blog
Your hands hold roses always in a way that reaching Far to me, when I hide, doubt, and fail to believing. And when I rise, trembling under lunar and her verdant veil, the effervescent and rainless wind blows off the ancient well, awakes my flaccid face and tears up those terrifying speeches, I feel my…
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Bid me be silent, bid me to conceal, Secrecy has been a duty to me. I could reveal my heart absolute, But Fate doesn’t wish it to be. The sun’s bright path, outshining my delicate sorrow, Dark nights fade away, delivering to sky another tomorrow, The marble stone cracking exposed its magnificence at last, And yields…
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I was in a state of confusion, How I was drowned to this deep well of unworthiness, With dusty rose fill my eye, Invisible ache my heart couldn’t cry. Somehow, Relieved, No one sees me, sees this. I was in a state of evaporation, How I wished some kind soul might toss down a rope,…
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“You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies. That is why you must sing, and dance, and write poems, and suffer, and understand, for all that is life.” — Jiddu Krishnamurti The moon once again,…
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Beauty is the truth in you And nature foresees it all A daisy knows how to bloom An acorn knows how to become an oak tree. And you know how to love, don’t you? . Beauty is the truth in you And nature shows it all A raindrop knows the art of giving A root…
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Tireless is the strikes of my loyal white horse Lightening speed, intense gaze She’s set up for the war of roses . Ask me the goodness of the existence of this black rose Indeed, as you assume now No virtue improves her No lesson teaches her No religion refines her . Save the delicate exploitation…
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