This poem (which its inspiration has been forgotten) is about how a person leaves something behind in the past, only to long for it again, and wanting to have it again, but couldn’t have it because it was already left in the past.
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O, trails of roses, trails so sweet
Doth take me back to rising sun
And warm thy crystals cold with heat
Give me a soul to fly and run
Open the gates, and read the walls!
With ev’ry bleeding, tearing eye
Resound the flutes in golden halls!
With lovers’ funerals come nigh
O, where the fields of honey bees?
They went to dance with darkness deep
O, where the beaches and the seas?
They went to abysses to weep
O, why thou hide the light of flames?
My love, how doth leave without thee?
O, why thou cover di’mond aims?
My love, how could eternal be?
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryThese poems are just some of the little pieces that make up my life. Whenever I get inspired by someone or something, I write a little story about it in the form of a poem. In a way, it helps me express what I have in my mind in a very vague way. I'...
