Those happy times
Those playful crimes
Followed the footsteps
Of those unfaithful rhymes
Those frozen eyes
Those decorated lies
Developed from nothing
And grew with an unholy prize
Those beautiful sights
Those thoughts that excites
Broke loose, fell into deep ruins
And awoke the bleakest of nights
Those undying ideas
Those connecting words
Set a fire and watch them burn
And from ash, they can never return
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Poetry"What is poetry?" - they asked. "Poetry?" I wondered. It is the flow of the sea And the life of the seafolks It is the strength of the birds And the might of their wings It is the rhythm of nature And the beauty it showcases It is the air we bre...
