Loss
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Don’t die, for the lingering sigh, In harmony, of shadows old. As I saw your face, of white, With folds, of skin, among iron, Death had painted Hell, on a frown, For my nose, to cling, to its scent. What would Heaven offer, if Death denied her form? God, who stalks the bramble, of empty…
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Never let, Heaven hear, The great mockery, of my fruit, I was thoughtless, yet here you are, To bare the nakedness, of my suit. The reckless approach, to danger, My uncertainties, begone! Never broken, never saved. Never, but beloved, to the brave. You wilted, as to my own, Brethren, of my hope, Abandoned, with my…
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The great art of her grace, knows not of the poor, Now to crawl, along the sands, To the rocks, upon the shore.
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She sought, for an empire, I sought, for her desire. My weakness fled, the numbered rocks, By finding her tangled, in locks.
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We had loved, without glimpses, to our present,Allowing its gift, to surge, through our hearts,We had called upon, love to swell,Dancing on shores, where waters collected. I do love thee, with all the flames, of my heart,I love thy beauty, with all the light, that flickers. I leave thee, to roam, among the planet’s edge,I…
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Winter drained itself, upon my knees, In holding the cross, to your grave. I saw, with feeble stare, The stars, upon your eyes. They that saw, the infinity, in our love, And knew, it to be a lie. I would only fight, to see tomorrow, And now, I cradle death, in transparent arms. In a…
Modern Romanticism 