I confess The truth is Without you The beauty of life Would be dull
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I confess The truth is Without you The beauty of life Would be dull
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Power has been arrested By the National Police Whose hands have electrifying authority. They have ceased the light Light of a nation Light of life But I owe Zilch to them, They are just officers. The trick stars owe me They owe me everything, Everyone everything. I will chase them, Soon nemesis shall More at…
I can still see his in my mind. Leather boots, dark like night, shining like mirrors. I’d never seen such shoes. In the tiny town of Pavlovo, Czechoslovakia, where I grew up, everyone had a farm, so boots were worn. But not shiny boots, not like these. Shooting up and out the tops of his…
It takes a while for pale green dots To turn into some grape varietal It takes only time, soil, rain, sun No need for supervision or religion These sacred green dot embryos Own all the information in code To build asymmetric conical clusters The endless wonders that abound Stakes and trellises optional The post Endless…
— Because you don’t save, Mr Deasy said, pointing his finger. You don’t know yet what money is. Money is power. When you have lived as long as I have. I know, I know. If youth but knew. But what does Shakespeare say? Put but money in thy purse. — Iago, Stephen murmured. He lifted his gaze from the…
dedicated to my best Romanian friend Vasile your smile smiled at me a glow beauty your eyes smiled at me a glow beauty The post A Glow Beauty | Mónika Tóth appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online
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