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 Jun 2015 Theresa Lie
serà
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 Jun 2015 Theresa Lie
serà
She has endured too much pain
that the words that trembled
out of her mouth
became poetry
Sad or Happy
Fine or ******
Loved or hated
Lazy or dedicated
Still or dynamic
Warm or poikilothermic
Fresh or stifled air
Nature doesn't care
Stars are going to glow
Your spirits high or low
Rivers will still flow
With winters come snow
And for summer we know
The winds will always blow
Birds will fly and tire
Nothing outshine's desire
But even that everlasting flame
Dies and leaves ash of blame
A new day will come, sun will rise
With expectations we open our eyes
Set new plans, hands on the guns
Aluta continua, be it monks or nuns
The roads of yesterday forgotten
And new ones at present trodden
Some will walk some will drive
Others stuck while some arrive
It's everyday's common tune
Be it January or june
A poet will rhyme,singers'll sing
Provoke a bee, It's gonna sting
Some live to die, some die to live
can't stay forever,some point we'll leave
Such is strife but strife is life
Unless It's the afterlife  
The dusk will come to fight the dawn
Returning to daily *** or daily ****
You play the chess, you move a pawn
Some hearts are mended,others torn
You was a kid, but soon you've grown
With a brother now, soon he's gone
It's the way the clock of nature works
With no insulator to avoid her shocks
 Jun 2015 Theresa Lie
sabamughal
The soft Silence
Fragmented in is comfort atmosphere
Your soft whispers
The sweetness of your voice
Is mixed in my ears
Your few humming whispers into the air
You speak to me in whispers
Little  charming sense
When you're singing in whispers
Slowly slowly
Took me in your arms
Lovely tickle in my heart
Your sweetness filled whispers
My heart like this
Me and You and your soft whispers
Always Stay
And never be far away from each other
Love is always in our hearts
 Jun 2015 Theresa Lie
lonelybagel
what a shame
that the girl who once believed
in fairytales and magic
had to be struck by reality
with demons in her mind
and the fear of never being loved
-k.f.
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