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It matters not that I now breathe
the wind still blows its kiss
a gentle touch to teach the flowers
to wave away the days in bliss
It matters little if I cry
the saddest rain still sings in key
a babbling voice of newborn brooks
life's precious sound of melody
None will recall that I once loved
a maiden fierce of heart
we dappled in the cherry trees
but blossomed while apart
It matters hardly that I walk
the paths of life's despair
the vines will overgrow the way
arms flung out wide embrace the air
It matters nothing if I die
or live a life serene
The Sun will warm her child Moon
A half-shaped smile is sometimes seen
No one will know the emptiness
when innocence is gone
instead the larks will serenade
and sing their mating song
What matters is the hawk still flies
upon the painted sky
its spirit soaring evermore
as one we watch the Earth roll by
the wind still blows its kiss
a gentle touch to teach the flowers
to wave away the days in bliss
It matters little if I cry
the saddest rain still sings in key
a babbling voice of newborn brooks
life's precious sound of melody
None will recall that I once loved
a maiden fierce of heart
we dappled in the cherry trees
but blossomed while apart
It matters hardly that I walk
the paths of life's despair
the vines will overgrow the way
arms flung out wide embrace the air
It matters nothing if I die
or live a life serene
The Sun will warm her child Moon
A half-shaped smile is sometimes seen
No one will know the emptiness
when innocence is gone
instead the larks will serenade
and sing their mating song
What matters is the hawk still flies
upon the painted sky
its spirit soaring evermore
as one we watch the Earth roll by
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Literature
What do you see?
there are things you cannot see
while your eyes are open
I learned this lying in the grass
there are things we don't see
with our eyes wide open
I learned this sitting at your feet
there are truths we don't recognize
that stare us in the face
I realized this
when
you
walked
away
some things shouldn't be taught
some things can't be unlearned
I discovered this (when I remembered)
to
believe
in
me
Literature
Dream
Dream
By: Adam M. Snow
I dream of her, and then I sever;
I dream of her now and forever.
Wrung ye not of dreams be seen,
Joyous past of hope between.
Misery held but a fiend, but a fiend;
Vision of her but a dream, but a dream.
But do I see her now or never;
Dream of her now and forever.
Dark despair around benights me;
Dreams of her, bestowed upon me.
Ne'er the day nor twilight fall;
One poise adjourned for all-
A dream to come tomorrow's pass,
Each heavier than the last.
I dream of her, and then I sever;
I dream of her now and forever.
Wrung ye not of dreams be seen,
Joyous past of hope between.
Alas! Misery held but a
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Still Running
I'm running,
Still running.
From birds whose wings are screaming brass,
The fires all alight, will never last.
Cauterize this dead city,
Tear me apart.
Another daughter whose mother's life,
Will not surpass.
Through my throat, across the skin their weapons glow,
And now, I am no longer running.
The ocean fills my ears and then I feel it,
Like the tide,
Flowing out beyond my open lips.
The medics come,
One, then two,
they turn away.
Then I feel him,
Hope, but fear, I taste upon his weary breath.
You're too late.
My chest breaks,
Leave me be,
heart beats,
And just let me sleep.
lungs ache as snowflakes falli
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What a great poem.
(and great red hot chili peppers song too)
(and great red hot chili peppers song too)