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Louisa Shen Poem
The harbor, returning from the sea
Bringing the wind across the dock
Far off, a chamber hiding memories
Seeing the dark hole as you walk
Gathering of marbles along the dock
Found precious and priceless pearls
The salt, glistening and visible at the walk
Hidden deep within the swirl
Cave cliffs covered with pale white pearls
Reflecting light to recover broken souls
Hoping to reunite by entering the swirl
Of helpless and needing thought bubbles
All the spirits and shattered souls
Wishing to find parts of their memories
Over surface of water are popping bubbles
The harbor, returning from the sea
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Louisa Shen Poem
You saw the blackness fall from the sky
You’re winded after climbing a flight of steps
The anxiety in your body rising
As you blink at pair of dark wings
They come during the days of tears and sadness
Bringing faith inside of you
Once our falsification lies beneath
Then we are their shadows
They bring us above the agony
In this hole of pain and suffering
Your beliefs become enemies
As your spirit walk away
The beautiful black angels
We rest under their shining black feathers
And drink the hopeless of their shadows
But help given always need returning
They open up their anger
You cry, you yell as you slip into darkness
Like a pair of wings hiding you
From the pureness in the air
My beautiful black angels
Look at me with your darkened dim eyes
Listen to my heart beat fading
As I sleep my way to heaven…
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Louisa Shen Poem
Hope is us with feathers
That make us fly high
What perches in our everlasting spirits
Sings a tune that never ends
Hope is the flame that rises
Which lightens the darkness in our hearts
What could distinguish the badness
That lurks in the chilliest seas
Hope is a timid friend
He’s there in the dark
Who waits in the wings
And prepares to act out
Hope is us with feathers
That make us fly high
What perches in our everlasting spirits
And sings a tune that never ends
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Louisa Shen Poem
Time is endless, my friend
Days and nights past
And age blooms and fades like withered flowers
Time, it takes everything away
We have no time to lose
For thee we must scramble a chance
Hidden in the hearts nourishing seeds into sprouts
Too slow for us to leave
Tick-tock the clock taps
Seconds, minutes, shifting by oh so smoothly
Leaves fall as September comes
Grass grows back when spring falls back
Time is dangerous
The rolling of darkened waves in the never ending sea of despair
The blackness in deserted canyons like a mansion of depression
The blazing fire burning on hopeless hearts
When we count the clock hands that shows the time
Would we think about the time flowing past
The streams of water moving each day
Time leaks, but it’s still endless, my friend
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