Poem 1
Lovely master of consciousness,
please take me where the air is not dirt,
where ignorance is mean and not kind,
to those valleys full with emeralds and evergreens
(you know where)
365 days of 2019, year of miracle and belief
Through all this sad haze, just remember
That you had not been created as a mineral,
you are an animal, natural.
Nonetheless,
Love is a fearest war and a never ending battle
If you won the war, I have to lose the battle
If I won the war, you have to lose the battle
If we both lost the war, we both lose the battle
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Lose the war, for what?
For the color of my colorblind;
The colorblind, I was,
You enticed me with your gaze
At the time as I saw your colorful eyes;
I found a natural soul extreme,
And now nothing seems to die,
Th0rough the myriad of the schemes,
Through the look of the love,
All for the love of a humdrum,
prosaic
and
boring girl.
(?)
