Poetry is the rhythmical recreation of beauty in words - Edgar Allan Poe
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One thing about emperors that you should know - they are freaking unfortunate, it's so darn hot in that darn costume of theirs. And I wore it for just 15 minutes.. Imagine a day in that costume..fuh...
If I could find a reason for being, I see only temptations, At first glance, and two minutes later, My eyes sent dilemmas For my reflection clings to that old crest even if I hear your dreams and speak to your mirror. No cities far enough for me to hide, But, at least my thoughts sleep as my body endures loneliness of Pride, I notice not with my eyes, But yours I remember as it was The beauty that is not yours Given only a name that may not be read. Then, I realise there were truth in being and if questions were unanswered, so long as I seek your face in darkness We may yet encounter your faith to again erase the blank pages and fill them with days.
Angel of Serenity, Long have you been gone, teach me that which have been lost to me. I can no longer feel your presence. Angel of Serenity, Try - grant me solace with your wings, even when you'd flown you'd always and given that which cannot be had. So tell me, Why is it hard to forget that angelic smile, through tears I fought away silhouettes and yet, nothing could cheer my weary soul. Angel of Serenity, with whom I dare not hope, now you've taken even the memories and if I were to move from here teach me how.
Dearest wife I miss you so much My lonely life without your touch Only my footsteps in an empty house I fear limits overstep without my spouse Dearest wife I miss you so much My lonely life there's no joy as such Only my heartbeat on an empty bed I'd rather be browbeat than living dead Dearest wife I miss you so much My lonely life I long for your touch.
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