Peitho Enthermos

He saw me on the other side of the glass-
the chasm which separates us into two different worlds
His eyes were filled with wanting.
'twas all over his face, he didn't need any words.
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A song that hides on wonders, she finds a way;
A wind that sails overseas, she seizes the day;
The firmament of joy she brings.
A lullaby to the heart, beauty she sings.
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I am my face of fear
I look not on my fate.
Does not feel, does not hear;
Destiny calls, 'It's never too late! '
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A painter may I be, I’ll understand,
“You cannot be a painter if you cannot paint”
Therefore, without arms, I’ll keep my dreams in a vision and I’ll stare on that tabula rasa
I’ll sketch with the point of my view, and when my tears fall down, they will spread like a blanket of Astra
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I saw a wood,
Stiff it stood;
Rough and brown
Peeled down.
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Into the world, I took a pace,
And I never saw your face.
I never heard your voice,
I never felt your embrace.
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Sunset it was and the birds were flying by to catch forty winks. Silence grew louder; even to permit a ghost for bustle.
No more tossing toes and twigs
that sway the leaves away
All had gone exhausted for activity
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I ask no more of time for everything has time itself.
I ask no more of resources for You have called me for harvest.
I ask no more of mere affection from anybody else, for You loved me first.
I ask no more of shoes, for You carry me.
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We daresay, ' Life can't be easy.'
But it is full of fervor,
And it's fairly risky
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A weary soldier heard a call,
And it wasn't the brays of guns in the evenfall.
But the salubrious chantey from the distant sea,
Sanguine about a surmised victory.
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The contours drawn into a story,
Delineated by the grimaces of pains from a fist,
Engraved by the years of adversity,
Was what I understand the least.
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Below the regnant confusion,
Slow but not ceasing;
Flagrantly swirling through thoughts,
Speaking silence but threatening.
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The depression of a friend is always strong.
He does not know what is right to do,
He does not know what is wrong.
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If I am a pretend-happy me
Nothing will be changed, except I must my face.
But I wake up with miracles to see,
So I continue do an embrace.
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If you say, 'My hair is curly, ' how will that help me find you?
If you say, 'My eye color is dark', whose eyes must I look into?

But darling, even if you can't tell
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Why do you keep on digging?
What hadn't rotten in my bones?
How did I die, had I been living?
Was I a myth, when there were thrones?
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I suddenly hit the sun with my speed!
The star then scratches me with blazing yellow.
So, I roll over the evening grass
and it has given me lanes of shadow.
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I was a kid; you had puppies.
We grew together among fears and bliss.

I fought many battles, and you fought all along.
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Time is a clear glass
and fear- - the flightless bird.
Time is an illusion you never see
and fear, the voice you never heard.
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