On the stage of transient world
There are things to keep and hold.
But love-pokers and love puzzles
Often bring us into troubles.
So we try to set the frames
And avoid that wicked games.
We persuade us with conclusion:
"There is nothing but illusion!"
Later stating with a sigh:
Love is gone, or passing by….
Challenges we never take.
Never learning from mistake!
Useless words and wasted dreams-
Stars forgotten in the streams…
Caution, faithful Guard of Fate,
Always watching at the gate,
Brings to ruthless Courte of Conscious
Reckless Feelings,
Bold Emotions.
And the Verdict is - the fools,
Those who want to break the rules!
And we state it with a sigh:
Love has gone, or passing by…
The Verdict
© Copyright: Алла Лойтц, 2008
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This is a five star poem, I liked it very much...))))))
I wish You well!)
Olezka;)
Олег Ардатов 31.08.2008 22:11 • Заявить о нарушении
I wish You well!)
Olezka;)
Олег Ардатов 31.08.2008 22:11 • Заявить о нарушении
Thanks a lot for this VERY positive critic..I am happy to find a fan :)))
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