Tuesday, September 27, 2005

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What is it about poetry that I can't find?
Why is it that my pen does not shine?
The darkness of nothing is near us.
Can you see it? If not, focus.

Where is that beauty, where is that light?
All things that matter, all things that hide?
Uncover the secrets of joy with a fight,
for that lost verse, that fading tide.

Have you tasted love? Is what I ask.
Have you been given such a bliss?
I got no answers, I got no task,
but searching for words, and maybe a kiss...

Poetry is all about Love, I say.
Written feelings, a pounding heart.
Life is the search for passion, if you may.
If not, go out, and play your part.