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Seventeen Is the Lucky Number
In the aura of love my heart hinders,
All that is left is my strength of sorrow,
Where livid lamenting turns to cinders…
Veneration embracing the morrow.
Like a weeping willow my tears cascade,
Over ten thousand years will come to pass…
My thoughts of you slowly fearfully fade,
Only the strength of sorrows keep their mass.
Incidental idyllic illusions,
Falling upon my magniloquent mind…
Amidst woeful weakness of seclusions,
Stagnant statues of sorrows left behind.
Within a state of submissive supine,
An empath of love where sorrows confine.
Strength of Sorrow…Theme
10 Syllables per line
July.26.2019
17 is the Lucky Number -
Rhyme Poetry
Sponsored by: Lu Loo
Background music by...
Two Steps From Hell
'Heart of Courage'
Thomas Bergersen
Invincible 2010
With male virtual voice
Placed 1'st...Thank You
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