Black Poetry : Melancholy

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  1. Flavia

    Flavia Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Ice and snow, snow and ice
    Remember a time when everything was fine?
    Oneee-twooo--threee--fooour
    Remember our games, all day long?

    Remember when we've bought bread from that lady living up in the mountains?
    Remember when we've spend the entire day throwing flowers by the river?
    Remember when my father read us the stories of Prometheus, Athena and Spartacus?
    Remember that we've talked about them, believing them to be true?
    Remember when you told me how beautiful would be to get lost in the mountains?
    To play as long as we want, and no parent to send us to sleep?

    Remember how beautiful was this world.....
    Before we even knew the great differences between me and you?
     
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    Was it really that long ago
    That we have to remind ourselves how things were before
    To try to reclaim the passion we had

    How did we let things get so bad?

    Instead, let us make new memories to relive
    And to our wandering selves, we give
    A gentle caress
    A tender kiss
    Love and laugh
    Doing things we’ve missed
    That when we’ve grown into our age
    Became an old and wizen sage
    Instead of remembering how things were before
    We’ll know the things that blessed us so


    THANK YOU...for allowing me my peace.
     
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    Beauty behold in the eye of soul. Allowing the outside world to turn a heart cold. Confusion... of what suppose to be created illusions of what is we r not defined by our outer when we grow from the inside out allowing us to rectify actions build n define our character. We share the same laughter of days before yet question the after of biting the apple tree of life that allow u n me to see each other differently yet we grew n experienced life sequentially. ... may we humble ourselves n allow our heart's to grow in the love that God allow us the time see... even though now we experience things separately.
     
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