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Was it madness, Or was it joy? The fields where you roam, Picking lilac from the thorns Causes pain to never cease, Though only to increase. For in the shadow of you, You are as much adorable As the love I once called out to you Deep in the grove, Where pastel-like coloring to leaves,…
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Why do we lift, Why do we escape Deep into the form of a woman? That blush against the skin, That subtle kiss on a whim, That way to speak into the ear of a listener Who will sigh, in return. The embrace, and the breath, The catching of her falling tears, Those miserable fears…
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Keep your hardened heart On the road, ahead. Let your eyes take you somewhere, Far ahead. I wish to kiss each strand of hair, That blows with the wind. For I still love you, Dearest thing. Your eyes were the calm in my storm, While your heart, I held fast upon Like the most treasured…
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We sleep in graves Shrouded by something like petals, Offered to us. We kiss Only the soil above us, Among raining tears, From Heavens that share our grief. Will we still plead To God, above, To offer us love? I am plentiful in my sadness, You were, with your smile upon a twitching face, The…
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Here is where The Heavens quake, As hearts break, As snow falls To make the tides rush in their white Glimpses to fresh eons Of something painless. The unstable heart Is but a while to be born, Then an instant to be dead, Faltering in every move To be heard, like what rumbles in its…
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All the ocean, divided in two, Seems to run over your cheeks. I am locked in the deep, Divided from you. Why have no birds ever seen the sun When we could fly? Why have no whales stayed at the surface When we could breathe? I am lost at the bottom Of all your tears.…
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Your air, and my own Drink wine, upon the cliffs Where we may take sight of owls Perched upon the top of boughs, In this distant night. For all I witness is the ocean, With a phantom beside Me, in the unfolded world. Unfurled, are my lips To taste the breezes, coming ashore. Furled, are…
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I said the currents would rush From quivering eyes. I said the ocean would fill your heart, Before it turned to snow. Breathe for me What you want to see Of a universe, that does not bleed. For only a star Could reveal such light Against the void of disappearance. How much blood Could fill…
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Watch as the sun sets, Watch as her eyes close Against the sheltering sky, As her remaining breath waters my eyes. Watch as I loosen my grasp To set her into the sea, While my tears make the ocean move, Among my sobs, With a hurricane of grief. I wanted her in the Earth, In…
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Who holds the rose Against the tide of hurt? Who holds the stem against The flowing blood, Acting as the dam, Acting as the building Where I may pray For a new love, To be thrown over my grieving heart, Like one velvet robe, Comforting my lonely spirit? Who says that the idea of love…
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How deep can you fill this cup Full of your woeful tears? Your heartache was a shared one, Full of the glimpses to an ended world. Can this emptiness spill over Of my cupped hands? I have a solitary planet travelling through the milky texture Of my porcelain cheek, Like embracing a nebula When it…
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Awaken me, For my pain, The burning Is becoming forgotten. I hold upon the face of a clock, With my left hand in the grasp of a minute, As my right hand is in the grasp of a second. Was I too early, Or was I too late To take you? All that I kiss,…
Modern Romanticism 