Silent Night
Let the evening of my demise
Be a ghastly moment to those curious
In the evening of my departure
When my heart can’t hold it anymore
And I hope to die for a principle
Or the better that I have lived of it
For I shall die before my time
Because I feel the shadow’s depth
I have accomplished my deed
And have come to grin
With the possibility of dropping
The last tear from my eyes
No doubts on the positive
Minds I left behind
I hope to rest in
A peaceful passage
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| The masochistic treat of Niger | 0 | 12/15/2011 |
| Grimmer of Life | 0 | 12/13/2011 |
| Life | 2 | 07/31/2009 |
| PEN | 2 | 07/29/2009 |
| Storm's Over | 2 | 07/29/2009 |
| Tears | 1 | 07/27/2009 |
| Native | 5 | 08/12/2009 |
| Kite | 0 | 07/27/2009 |
| Lost in desert | 3 | 07/23/2009 |
| Stolen | 0 | 07/27/2009 |
| Doubts | 1 | 07/17/2009 |
| Return to me | 0 | 07/17/2009 |
| Silent Night | 0 | 07/17/2009 |
| Wicked stranger | 0 | 07/17/2009 |
| Moments of silence | 2 | 06/19/2009 |
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