Long lost like daylight beams,
What has gone are
Diurnal thralls
Going on and on wordlessly
Over the meaning of things
To come and to be.
What’s otherwise the dawn
Just a blackness to me.
Long lost like daylight beams,
What has gone are
Diurnal thralls
Going on and on wordlessly
Over the meaning of things
To come and to be.
What’s otherwise the dawn
Just a blackness to me.
Gemini's Lament 
Sad ending, I’d prefer: “What’s otherwise the dawn
Is always a new beginning to me”
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I only write. I am not responsible for what comes out. 🙂
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Somehow you’re involved, subconsciously.
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If nothing else i am honest with myself. I only write what is true in my case.
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Actually, I’m not critiquing you, I just wish you see the other possibility. Staying true to my nature of motivating self and others. Happy New Year!
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There will be happier poems, im sure of it. Glad to hear from you as always. 🙂
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And you’ve made my evening. Blessings Johnny.
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And a happy new year to you as well.
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Those endless thought, I love this one
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Thanks!
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I got something going on that you better check, you were the inspiration
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Alright, What is it?
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we all need the opposite of the lite just be at peace with it ,not it’s fears. Stay within the lines of life, I am here to listen and not to confine
As always The Professional Cannon
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