1]
The vacant eye,
Its sad, musical question.
Courage lies in arrived ice.
Regard it,
Remember.
The silent muse,
Its blank prevalent symbol.
Spirit dwells in solid strands.
Define it,
Deliver.
The preserved brook,
Its calm, placid nature.
Knowledge thrives in lasting lakes.
Surround it,
And shiver.
2]
I still have not forgotten that
Nature seeks refuge for every leaf.
We still have not abandoned it
Even when we sacrifice sleep.
Then sunset is stunning.
It very well may be
The last one you ever see.
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Someone Like Me {Poetry}
PoetryWith power there come words. And with words there comes music. And with music there comes joy. And that's why I write poetry.
