Upon the crystal sea, I gaze there
As the flowers erupt in impeccable radiance
Sharing what little warmth they had with meFrost decorated delicately the ground on which I lay
Wondering about what the world will have to become
Once I've gone awayThe tumbling boulders pummel innocence
And the songs of the wind have grown sour and burning
The few leaves adorning the skies grimace, at what has becomeBecause of I
Nature's beauty ne'er will fade
Though simply the tongues of men can whisk it all away
The desideratum of us is ignoredThe cwtch of the burrows in secret are found
The agonizing cries of those in pain cry out
As the impurities unknown to us are deemed deleterious
All falls apartBecause of the incurable curiousness, of I
While nature prepares to excogitate a euouae
Made of disturbed beauty, or what of it once was
As the gasconading ones mock what they took awayIndubitably, my thoughts remain by nature, ivoriate
As it drains my diligence of persuading what is useless to sound
What is useful to sound, if not a one cares to hear it?How peculiar the honor bestowed upon one who does wrong for the sake of money
How strange the thoughts in ones head as he serves someone as nonchalant as he does
The terrible perceptive of those who are held higher, scowl, as they do not want to hear what is wrongAs they play about like life is a game
The very same life they destroy with every careless sip
Every day, we watch it slowly waning awayDo we do nothing? Are we truly as rancorous to the truth as that?
We watch the world fade of colour, and fill instead with dark smoke
Life will die, and all happiness is lead away by arroganceBecause, of the carelessness, of I.
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Poetry of Alice Calbri
PoetryThis is just a book of random poems that I write! (And I might post some on here that my friends have written as well.) Some of them talking about inspirational matters, others touching on details about some things that you might relate to, and othe...