How can one cry, complain
When the world is so beautiful
Its trees, its grass, its flowers
Its beating heart and flourishing soul?
How can one drown in fear and tears
When every fork in the road
Has a path of love
And not hate?
How can one hate oneself
When the beauty and joy of a being
The incredible, creature, alive to its fullest,
Is so brave, so strong, so unique?
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What is this horrible demon of a poem I have summoned from the darkest depths of hell? Surely my passion for certain poetry does not make me a "good" poet.
I try.
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Of all the Stars - Poems
PoetryHere are a collection of poems that I have made. #122 in Poetry, on 26th October 2016 #125 in Poetry, on 22nd October 2016. #140 in Poetry, on 21st October 2016. *** In my dreams there is a bird and a painted blue sky and how it flies...
