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Upon a lonely cliff I view A scene apart from my world, so new The water such a pristine blue As though it’s glass I look through
The water is as smooth as glass But the imagine does not last A lone ripple, upon the shore Has me wishing for something more
A peacefulness so undisguised
Is magic, through my young eyes The birds atop the water fly They call to me with a greeting, as they fly by
The beach below, so empty yet so full With shells rearranged by the water’s pull Over the water a cloud now covers Castin
by ~moolatte
Sunset on the LakeSunset on the LakeSunset on the Lake
As the sun slowly begins to glide Over the horizon, to where it hides The water takes on a different look
From a green to a sky-like blue The water’s color transforms a-new From where I sit upon the sand I gaze upon this changing land
The birds are going home to rest For they know what time for roosting is best They make their journey across the lake The shortest route is the one they take
The water is now a glimmering gold
And though there is a breeze, I am not cold For the breeze is gentle, but not unseen &nbs
by ~moolatte
Moonlight ParadiseMoonlight ParadiseMoonlight Paradise
I walk along the beach, late at night. Looking at the moonlit paradise before me. The streaks of moonlight, carve out paths of glimmering silver sand Lighting the way for me to see.
The water is still, not a thing moves in sight. But from all the way across the lake, I can hear calling for its mate, or readying to hunt, I don’t know, But it is the only sound I hear, except for the waves. Even in the silence they are subtle, so quiet yet unmistakable.
As I walk along I see a seashell, amongst a bed of stones. So lonely and yet perfect, so I pick it u
by ~moolatte
A Heavenly GiftA snowflake falling through the skies On top of a mountain, now it lies A single existence, so light and frail Now coats the path of a wintry trailA Heavenly Gift
A piece of Heaven, now a gift to us A symbol of hope, and maybe of trust Softly floating, atop an angel’s wings It amazes everybody, from peasants to kings
A winter paradise is now forming The land around is now transforming: The rocks and trees and around the town As the exquisite treasure now comes down
The country lay in a state alight For the snow reflects the soft moonlight It alights the
by ~moolatte
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This Too Shall PassCondemn'd to think, condemn'd to feel, Condemn'd to languid sorrow, I wonder when Death comes to heal And take me to Tomorrow.This Too Shall Pass
I've lived for long enough to yearn For something I can bear: But where on earth have I to turn From sorrow and despair?
I will not cease my earthly life Until my dying hour: No more will this soul-crushing strife While I to breathe have power.
I sometimes feel, I sometimes think, I can no more go on; Then into an abyss I sink And weep there, woebegone.
So where have I to turn on earth That
by ~dasliedvondererde
The Journey HomeNow strolling towards the dimming west, Towards the autumn sun, who rest Is also seeking, so I walk Along the roadside, and I talk But to myself in silent thought That comes unbidden and unsought; And now I hear the traffic's hum, That forms not all, but only some Of what impinges on my sense, For from atop a garden fence I hear the song of the evening bird As soothing as whene'er 'tis heard. And as I went towards the sun Now that his task was almost done, I saw the melancholy leaves Both dead and sere, though no one grieves At autumn's slump of brThe Journey Home
by ~dasliedvondererde
NothingWhen my world is made of sunshine And the sky like wonder tart, There’s nothing like your laugh To bring a smile to my heart.Nothing
The endless posterity of Those plastic men and boys,
It’s nothing when you love me– Fading strains of white-grey noise.
Hopeful ghosts and inhibitions Haunt the dreams of selves long past “Nothing doing,” I declare, “His arms hold me and mine hold-fast.”
It used to be so simple I always wore the proper face
But I am nothing bar myself In your eyes; in your embrace.
by ~DarkestStarlight
I Can't Quite Hear YouWords;I Can't Quite Hear You
sweet poison and lemon-meringue petals rain downwards in celebratory spirals. Delicate; these butterflies make beds of tangled gold. And when the stems begin to fall the thorns only hurt a little.
Thoughts;
tattered rags of soul in patchwork loveliness, I’m sure. And it might make the dark clouds flee— if it weren’t so blurry with letters instead of words.
Dreams;
chimes dancing in palest wind, they serenade their metal hearts to passing bats or dandelions. And though, applauding gently is the moon (not much greener than your eyes
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