What I love What I hate
They conspire to trigger my ideas best.
Blissful assurance as the gold orb surmise.
Through form and structure they deliver my taste
and await to see how time might surprise.
Sweet is the symphony that promises bring
Life in time forces pleasure and pain to ring .
Heavenly rains set concrete glass panes to tune
Of an unknown past, in Memory’s plume.
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Withering with time it dries---fragments of dying passion.
Tears froth falsehood, shattered trust reflect ugly burns.
Love grows cold, and anger spikes shades in fashion
Spirit suffers promises in earthern urns!
What fever can escalate the throbbing pain?
What ecstasy colour gratitude’s disdain?
Seething wrath flooding Serenity’s chest
Drugged hopelessness is then set to rest.
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