In this dazed, ulterior state
I find it easy to lose my sight
It is difficult to placate
Simply living is an onerous plight
When all that is innate
Escapes me out of spite
My heart this life cannot sate
When dreams only last for the night
In this dazed, ulterior state
I find it easy to lose my sight
It is difficult to placate
Simply living is an onerous plight
When all that is innate
Escapes me out of spite
My heart this life cannot sate
When dreams only last for the night
"Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent." -Victor Hugo
A little bit of this, a little bit of that
- Verse Seventeen -
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So nice poem! 😃
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Thank you 🙂 you’re always so sweet, my friend ❤
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You are welcomed friend! 🤗 Have an amazing day ! ⛅
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You too! 🙂
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