Lyrrad Drawe Oipila

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They read with delight, across the paper's face,
Every letter, every word, all written with grace.
Slowly, with every turn, beholding their sight,
A little but too less, to feel the poet's plight.
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Remembering her,
and the times I stroked her hair.
The moments when I caught her smile,
Her laugh that would linger in all my while.
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Wait for me my love.
For my time is almost up.
I'll be by your side again.
Never again should we part.
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Maybe I mistook pain for happiness.
if so I'm as happy as can be.
If happiness lies when you are alone,
I'm marked with joy, from skin to bone.
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Here I watch the rising sun
afraid some time soon that you'll be gone
that you'll find a stranger better in every way
A person you'll love more with each passing day
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A Poet's Turmoil

They read with delight, across the paper's face,
Every letter, every word, all written with grace.
Slowly, with every turn, beholding their sight,
A little but too less, to feel the poet's plight.

To sympathize, and not to feel,
For a moment, through every word a sudden thrill,
Comprehension with the mind, not the heart,
A failure to feel the full effect of the art.

Try as they may, they'll only fail.
An art, like any other, telling an artist's tale.
Right they might think they are, still they are wrong.
Alone, carried burden, written in tuneless song.

To express, not detain, an emotion's path,
To give insight in life's cruel wrath.
But only he, who has written can understand,
Thus, being the turmoil of a poet's hand.

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