My dear beloved
If you are near,
Approach me, appear.
In the nocturnal sky
Or in the morning's mist..
How real your existence is?
Am I still dreaming or is it time,
To see the world I've never seen?
To raise my hands up to the sky and see the things they see.
Those people with deep soldiers eyes,
And hearts as hot as blaze.
They say they'd kill for liberty,
But miracles is all I need.
A flame as small as it can only be,
Just need a little breeze
And all that's hidden in the chosen hearts
Will let us see the real.
The real grand wonders,
The truth behind those tales,
The darkness in the evil's eyes
And madness in my head...
And yet, I wonder, what the REAL is?
The world seems keep misleading me.
The love is miracle that we won't see,
But miracles is all I need.
My dear beloved
If you are near,
Bring safety back, save me.
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Author:
Gin.E.L (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 14th, 2016 17:11
- Comment from author about the poem: This time of year, this time of day make me think the most. Think about everything, about love and life, about secrets of world. And it all make me want to write it down, one thought change another...
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments1
Love is hidden. Is it real? Where is love, truth in this confusing world where we kill for selfish reasons. Perhaps a gentle breeze would have the flames of love grow. Or am I just dreaming? Nicely done.
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