Cursed to only
dream
of a love
he could never
touch
and could only
see
from afar
at night.
The stars
reminding him
of his
aching pain,
mocking him
of
not being
good enough
for her.
Only looking up
and
wishing
he could only
love her
truthfully
and
unconditionally.

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                           Walk
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Here it is

We are here

We are the Poets !

The Angels !

The Saints !

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We are here

                                       ........ With soft true words

Colored by purest dignity    

Tempered by compassionate understanding

Mercy toward those still suffering
( lost in illusion )

We are the  POETS

With words that heal

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We have shared the TRUE WORDS with each other

We are healed of all illusion

We are living in pure dignity

And here we are

For you