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My hands are cold,

My face is gaunt,

There is no cure

This is my plight,

My fate is old:

These lands I haunt;

I am of pure

Fallen moonlight.

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It is not that the sun is black

Rather the sky cloudy,

It is not that my heart is cold

Rather it beats slowly,

Friend, it is not that I am sad,

I would say more moody,

It is neither that I feel down

But rather quite lowly.

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On the edge of a high cliff

Stands a creature soft and stiff,

A monster of wood and cloth

They have built; a giant moth.

In the air it longs to dance,

Up so high above the land,

Its shackles it cannot stand!

Impatient it is to prance

Into the void far below,

In its wings to feel the flow.

Will it succeed? Will it fail?

Asking is to no avail

For its will is now its own,

Its way only by wind blown.

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Poem number 300.

Wow…!

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Oh but see, little heart,

You have to learn to part

With the flames of passion,

The throes of emotion,

For love creates deep scars

That burrow in the years

And in which run the tears

That forge the solid bars

Of your unseen prison.

Perhaps there’s a reason

To this pain you endure

And perhaps there is not,

Perhaps your heart is caught

In a maze of feeling

That prevents from healing

By mislaying the cure.

Perhaps your life will end

Tonight under the moon

Or prehaps Death will send

It’s herald to speak thus:

“Not yet, it is too soon,

Your big heart is afuss.

Now listen to the song

Of the old stars, my dear,

And softly sing along;

Oh feel your darkest fear

Reveal itself and prong;

Face off its evil sneer,

‘Tis proof that you are strong

And that you are still here.”

Learn but do not obey,

Feel but do no forget,

Let none make your heart sway

From your future regret.

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A key to life is letting go

Of all this great messy madness,

Your secrets, your fears and your dreams,

To throw away or just let melt

What might have been ages ago

For the world in its huge greatness

Might not always be as it seems;

But forget not all you have felt.

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Oh do what I never have had the courage to,

Run and fly and laugh and travel around the world,

Speak your heart now – whenever you can! – speak it true,

And happiness will rain upon you rich and pearled.

I know, I do! I should not be telling you this.

“Oh you are such a fool, could you only measure…!”

I can here hear her say, showing what I will miss,

But I cannot help it, your smile is my treasure.

Fly away little bird far yond the horizon,

No matter in which skies your soft feathers rise in,

No matter where from comes this glow so pure, so warm,

It is my guiding light, my lighthouse in the storm.

Fly far away but know still I am here for you,

Do all to be happy – what I could never do –

For that is my desire and, even were it lies,

Were this a poker face, that a clever disguise,

Hid I my tender pain behind a happy smile,

It matters not you see for I can play my part.

Despite my heavy soul, despite my sullen heart,

Your happiness is mine; rain will pass in a while…

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