welkin siskin

Be the deep of sorrows your delight
Forever to dwell with smiles;
However dark the evening is,
Be your life the light
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No tears or pigmented fluid
Can erase the scars of soul.
No simple words can do the undone
Stuff, if love should rise and illuminate the heart.
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Ever to let us fall to cross all the walls
The fate of time tread on us,
Never to let us cross the lines
Of life, the time goes on and on thus.
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Love maybe felt sour
That it might cause bitterness
It's nevertheless a spring -garden flower
With sweet and everlasting tenderness.
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Where is a quantum spot with no embrowning
Lain around the cosmos periphery seen;
Where is the world that's shunning
Those flaws remained precarious and muddling as din?
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Who, doing love, are still crushed
Are the faint-hearted jealousy-filled hearts;
Who, doing love, are jealousy filled
Are the ones with forlorn hopes.
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For the world bereft of light she is Gaia
For the world narrowed by world affairs she is Rhea,
For those in need she is Venus
Who with sac ride has created us;
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For the past is what the present does not let you become,
For the present is what the past ignores,
And the future is what's precarious,
Come not with wishes unfulfilling
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Confer favors of bright side
on me,
A glimmer of hope
and confide me with reliance,
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If sorrowing was gone forever and eyes had joys full,
How tranquilly one would have his feelings rule
The life of his in his utter form
With no blinker of pain and hailstorm!
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Dreams are like night-and-day forms,

One comes after the other,
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Happy New Year
Come about new year,
come about
Fetch blessings of the year
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Happy Year

Consign everything that's hateful to oblivion:
shun everything that stays tangled in the heart,
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In our lifetime we seek and seek
Knowledge higher than ourself, contemplating
Knowledge greater than life, observing
Knowledge greater than the universe, hypothesizing.
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Where or when the journey ends,
Where from the journey starts,
It is unbeknownst to me.
A man's life—a journey.
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Let me pray for that day
Where dreams you left
Could no longer trail away my voice.
Where I could blink
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My times are not fickle
thy come and then they go
Kind of like a straight day, a straight night.
I muse on things I come as a man;
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To leap forward forever
be the terminus my passion;
To lit the strobe light of hope
be the end of the line my dream.
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I to a lengthy distance waded
Sitting by the window till the sun faded,
reading between the lines of your writing— vast and deep.
In the twilight after I a cup of coffee sipped.
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