Category: Poetry
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Cruel Lover
It’s cruel, dreams are cruel; The bitter taste of reality compares not to the euphoric sweetness of what dreams can give. Dreams are a cruel love, not because they do not reciprocate, dreams are a cruel love because they are a precious gem guarded and protected by those who have none. Yet, I weep for…
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Ashes of Home
Nothing but ashes remain, ashes and memories, what was once your life is now gone, so weep; Weep all that has been taken from you, the smiles, the tears, the laughs, all of it is nothing but ash. Ashes of your life, ashes of your memories, ashes of our homes, weep; Weep when the first…
Divine Writings 