Good things seldom come from darkened lands
Or works of beauty from such cracked and withered hands
Or happy thoughts from dull and lonesome shores-
To those who find no whimsy in these words, hark!
Forget mayhaps, whatnots, and what has come before
Good can come from darkness, beauty from the aged and weak
Happiness is a stubborn thing, defying isolation and
Remember always this, that though despair makes winter bleak
A single light of love will warm the cockles of the heart once more
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Reivax Camlost (
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Comments1
Nice message. I like it.
thanks. I don't know if you've seen it yet, but I just added a second stanza...
I just read it. Very good addition, it made me smile.
Smiles: good.
I read melody. sad/happy, like the sun peeking out from behind a thundercloud. Nice energy to it.
yeah... I've been listening to music constantly the past few days. Many feelings have been going through my head, thought I might put them into some sort of words lol. But thanks
Music is a good inspiration. I was listening to the stars and stripes forever, made we want to do something productive. I did some math. lol, I know where you're coming from
Math can be productive lol. Good choice.
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