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Our most clear and beautiful image
Is situated in our heart and imaginations..
So I say-
Be that, you are in your imaginations
You will be unique
Most of peoples have a glorious image of themselves in their imagination they should try to be that
He was lonely
She was lonely
They felt safe in each other's company and decided to be lonely together
Now they're never lonely again
to just be, gives me peace
like watching birds communicate
on a branch through the kitchen window
watching waves hit the rocks
white foam painting the dark blue sea
there is peace out there, and in me

happiness is fleeting, yet it is
also there to stay
it becomes my friend, day and night
exits the scene
when there is trouble, but instead
of "goodbye", it's "see you later"

if happiness were a friend
i'd text them all day, greeting
"hi how've you been?" "are you up for lunch?"
"dinner?" "what have you been up to
lately?" but some days i settle down, knowing
that they'll come by when needed

to just know, gives me peace
there is power, soft and steady
but oh so there, in knowing
that happiness will always return
to me, to everyone, always
coming back home
If time is healer
As they always say
Why does  it still hurt
After all these years

The loss of love
Is never replaced
No love is the same
From another’s face

Each love is different
None are the same
So the hurt from a lost love
Still feels fresh through all time
When the curtain falls
Can you say
I did my best I gave my all
When your numbers up
Did you live
Or just hide from every mishap

Will you be proud
To tell your loved ones
The life you you led was full
Or tell them
All you did was hide afraid of everything

So live the life you’re given
Do the things you enjoy
Don’t be afraid of happiness
Cause in the end
We all know that we are going to die
The truth is that
We are finite
One life we have to live
To fill the world
With love and light
Not tarnish it with hate


The truth is that
We are human
Each and every one
So teach the next generation
To do better than we’ve done
The truth is that this poem could probably never really be finished as there are so many messages that need to be sent to the world and words will never be enough
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