Beauty of Sadness II
Why when we cry my eyes turn blue
and faded inner shininess
in fact shines the eyes in brightness?
Why wondrous eyes have to marvel through
a forging utopian clue
that leads back to dystopian mess
and leaves us foolishly doubtless?
Why is it suddenly unfortunately true?
Could I be missing the saw
or am I only losing?
I am addicted to wonder
I weep on the wrong law
That I have myself been engraving
Me, and no other
לתזכורת.......:
Beauty of Sadness
Even she can no longer see
That sadness took all over me
My lonely spirit slowly dies
My graceful eyes tell only lies
My stars of light fall one by one
An unseen fight suppresses new dawns
As sparkling tears improve my form
A misleading smile became my norm
To make you see how pretty I can be
When I cry, and I cry, oh I weep endlessly
The misery that chokes and swallows me deep
To this chasm I fall every night when I sleep
A creation of this depth kiss
Black fog in the bottom of this abyss
Constructing new chaos
For my ancient gathering of ethos
Now in cold mirrors I get
And now I can see I am all in one set
The pieces of me are now whole
No more I scream some of a silent call
Oh pieces of my face
I walk still in the same old trace
I look, and I am still sad
But a triumph I demand
Because with
Beauty
Of sadness
I shall always amend
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