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Under a cold, starry heavenly vault

Treading on old, icy land made of salt

Lies your body, my dear child, immobile.

Regrettably, your heart was so noble,

Regrettably for we had to cross path,

O destiny! How cruel is your wrath!

So young a life that you have made me take,

Such bloody trail that I leave in my wake…

A hundred years, no, perhaps a thousand,

Far too early you were to ever hope

To clash with me head to head and to cope

With my power, to not meet a foul end,

You may be strong but you are full of pride

And ignorant of the ways of the world,

Like a lion which never stained its hide,

Logically, events have thus unfurled…

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Liquid beams of sunlight

Running down on my skin

Warming my sore body,

Healing my wounded might;

There is no word akin

Or that could embody

The depth of this feeling;

Arms flung to the ceiling,

A wide smile on my lips,

Eyes closed in order to

Relish this short ellipse

From world, life and love too.

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If a picture is worth a thousand words,

How much is worth then one of your bright smiles?

If a lecture can birth out of a herd,

How much can birth then a long life of trials?

If a single step can change a person,

How much can then a stairway to the sun?

And if a single word, a single smile,

Is worth entire worlds, a thousand miles,

How precious could be then such a soft tune

Hummed so bittersweetly under the moon?

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The sky is high, the ocean deep,

Oh my dear child the world is wide;

No matter how much you try keep

All that you love safe by your side,

Time is master and you are slave;

It never halts, always running

And in patience ever cunning:

You may resist until you cave.

You may implore and beg the stars,

You may regret or be upset,

Or feel remorse, even forget

For age changing helps heal your scars

But in the end you too shall bend

So, just as the olden Thracian

Who contested Rome’s foundation,

Make sure to add your own rich blend.

You must learn to love what is yours

And to let go what pain obscures,

Oh you must learn to feel again

And not to live in obscure pain.

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Upon this cold midnight dreary

As my reflections get so deep

And my lone heart becomes weary,

I believe time has come to sleep.

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Goodnight my friends.

See you in the morning.

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What is your name, where are you from?

What have you done, where are you going?

Life is complex, ever-changing,

Wonderful and wild maelström.

Who’re you really, what are your plans?

How are you doing, why are you here?

You should let out your deepest fear

Forge your new words with your own hands.

Your heart is beating fast, loud drum,

And in your head repeats the thrum

Of a hundred thousand gold strands,

Each one an island where home stands.

Who might you be, when will you leave?

Past or future which will you weave?

In an instant a choice is made,

No diamond ever beat a spade.

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Would I rather remorse

Under this enemy?

Or strive to change the course

And live honorably?

Truly you must be blind

Or out of your damn mind

To see a spec of hope

In this overused trope!

I have already lost

All that really mattered…

And to what end, this cost?

To see myself shattered?

So no thank you I say,

I have nothing to do

With this war or with you,

Let me be on my way.

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When you are all alone

In the blackness of space

No one can hear you scream,

No one can hear you pace.

*

Trust there is still hope,

This is the right course,

Walking a tightrope

Atop your remorse.

*

A world of blue,

A world of grey,

What can I do?

What can I say?

*

I love her,

But does she

Even know

About me?

*

Hello!

Are we

Aglow

With glee?

*

Deep

Sleep,

I

Die.

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Don’t ask, I don’t know either.