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Bittersweet |
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A Beautiful Disaster Member
since 2007-01-13
Posts 409 |
Bittersweet The whispering voice, so well-known, Mysterious dreams, all the same, - I live in the world of my own, Of grief in a beautiful frame. I know that something is missing - The mind locked the heart in a cage. I'm no more living - existing, Just playing my part on the stage. I open my soul to a stranger, Whose guise is well-known, as it seems. He smiles, always calls me his angel And - all... Then I wake from this dream. My reveries are the best ever mirrors That show my strength deep inside; I gain all this strength from my fears To lose what has never been mine. |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Well done  Poet, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. |
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Generationaway New Member
since 2007-01-15
Posts 7UK |
My personal view is that serious poetry should welcome critique, what is there to gain otherwise? So choose from one of these, well done, help needed, I am the greatest and be happy with it. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
loved that last verse! |
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