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PoetryShe asks for words of poetry, But she forgets that poetry is within her ...Poetry
Poetry lines each twist of her hair And reads on her lips like an open book Poetry is realised in her embrace to her children, In the features that they've borrowed from her face Poetry is the richness of her soul and her life For even if she wanders through the journey possessionless She still possesses everything she needs Because she beholds humility Equating herself to nothing more than a disappearing mist So her inner child she becomes And poetry is written as Jesus holds her close to
by ~Musophrenic
Street That Bears Your NameIn the city of my mind, there is a street that bears your name A street I have walked through myself many times And each time I did, I always smiled But now I want you to walk through it with me Take my hand and let me show you around Simply because I want you to see Where the mention of your name would take meStreet That Bears Your Name
To get there, we turn right from the main road ‘Love/Respect Highway’ As we first arrive, look to your left You’ll find a wall with pictures of you on it Photos, portraits, visualisations You’ll even find a cute caricature I once witnesse
by ~Musophrenic
Mirrors Of My MemoryIn the mirrors of my memory,Mirrors Of My Memory
I see reflections Of eyes begging for a kiss,
And lips that cower to give it away
Reflections of the air that moved When her lips spoke, And the sweet vibrations I sensed When the breath of her voice Touched my eardrums Reflections of the shine of her hair As it fell upon my shoulder I look into my mirror to find reflections Of the fingerprints she’d left upon my hands And I look into my memory to find reflections Of the heartprints that she’d left upon me And I look into myself, but only to find myself &nb
by ~Musophrenic
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Reality Of LifeReality Of Life ....Reality Of Life
You demand I take my pen and write but how? What the hell am I supposed to write about now!!
Should I write of red roses imparting blushing kisses on little girls faces, Or should I write of lushes green tree branches dancing to the soft sounds of spring, Or should I write of bright sunny summery days and blue coloured crystal skies. Or a smile on an innocent child's face, brings tears of joy to your eyes.
Should I write of happy times, of friends walking through life holding hands, Of loving sisters & brothers, or of lovers intertwined in a passionate d
by ~muse-love
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To love is nothing,
To be loved is something,
To love and to be loved is everything
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To love is nothing,
To be loved is something,
To love and to be loved is everything
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"In Love With Music"
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"In Love With Music"
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