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Fallen angels, beaten wings
Smiles faint
Thrown from high
Clouds closed, hearts droop
Life's race
Does cast stars
From lofty mountains
A loss here,
a tear there
A year here
Now nowhere
Shiny stars
Now bitten dust
Indeed
Fallen angels
Have beaten wings.
Fallen angels can anyone find a common theme
She was my music
I danced with.
Created  in life's
Endless tunes
Clothed in
Chanted rythms,

beats
Woven with
Beautiful webs
Drawn from
Ceaseless flow
Of intricate patterns
Sewn
together
By broken masks.

Thud falls!
Discord breaks.
Ecstasy  fades
Enchantment  falls
She was the music
I danced with.
I wrote this piece  using the structure of my poetry pieces1 and 2. Once again dedicated to all unrequited lovers
Under the yellow moon,
We  spent together
Half baked lies,
Crusted
In tasty deceit.
Moans of
Beautiful hurts,
Neatly stabbed,
In words of naivety
Painted ironically.
Illusions fade!
Mind sobs.
We spent together
Lies
Under the yellow moon.
Once again to all those who had thier trust broken
A fall from Grace
Uncertain in life's
race.
Thrown from Olympus,
My stars shut, my
Lots cast
Sitting in death's shade,
I breathe my last
Drawn from memories'
Abundant harvest
I take a stroll
Walking through
It's fields
Ripened tears,
Green smiles
That blossom
Sorrow
Hades beckons,
Heart drops
A fall from Grace
Is life's uncertain race.
Based on Alexander the great's last days spent in the bosoom of his four generals before his demise...dedicated also to anyone who's lost a loved one or someone dear .
She was my Cinderella
Dancing through memories
Of time,
She held my court
Moving through the ball,
On merry whispers of the
Night
Till fate struck twelve
And left me gazing
At the mystery
Silver slipper
She was my Cinderella.
Dedicated to all unrequited lovers and fans of fairytales
She was the poem
I couldn't read.
Blurred lines of
Love dipped in
Sauce  of perplexing beauty
mixed
With commas and stops.

Confusing
emotions, displayed
In iambs and rhymes
Of this and that,
My heart  sighs,
turns the page.
She was the poem I couldn't read.
Dedicated to all unrequited lovers
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