The Beauty has Gone

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Oh,I use to hold this beauty

in my caressing hands

it was like a beautiful bird

flapping her wings eternally

blue lights was the music of her body

just like in a symphony

everything was in harmony

a book with no sorrow

everything there was tomorrow

a fairy resting on a flower

the sun and the moon were dancing together

it was.....forever

each kiss of her I will miss

each song ,filling lives...

...with happiness

I will never guess why...

the beauty has gone,

what can be done?

I guess nothing can bring her back

to shine again in her blue dress

smoothly and secretly to whisper in the night:

"Please bring back my light,

of my beautiful eyes

I am blind,I will never see the blue skies

I will never caress the butterflies

just a tear on my cheek

my power has grown weak...."

over the sea over the oceans

her voice goes off

so sad

so bad

angel wings at sunset

a voice quenched of the thirst of love

no word from above

I wish.....

like never before

to give her to drink from the glass of love

but no word....from above

a quenched voice whispering softly

with her last powers,before dying:

"I need you ,my beauty

please come back to me...."

But no one answers to her calls

in a world of black holes...inside their souls.

An angel so beautiful

with the only guilt of love

they took his life

like thieves in the night...

for them everything was done

when her beauty has gone....


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That spider photo is great!

reply to post by butcherguy

That spider photo is great!

Glad you like it.

But the beauty has gone....

What happend bro? Get it off your chest.
ATS is listening

reply to post by Annunak1
I can't see her eyes,because she is dying with such beautiful smile on her face.....

reply to post by piequal3because14


freeform thought and lyric,

For as She suffered
So shall they
Each in thier own
eternal pain
For clouding eyes
with thier acid rain

I walk now alone
Gone from me salvation
For my future sins
in the present atone

Eternal hurt..
It is here i dwell
For the things done
Ill see them in hell

where my rage and spite
live infinite home
Forever this wasteland
of corrupt tears I roam

reply to post by sikko45
I find it a little harsh,but interesting,well what I can say,we must encourage poetry,but I wish you give more positively to your poems.

For example if my enemies do not attack me,I am okay and I can make poetry in a positive way using positive words.

Anyway I am happy they are finally gone and beauty can be seen again.

It was a hard battle ,but in the end the truth has won,because I always speak the truth.

Because I have chosen the most hard path,and that is the path of the truth.

The other path,of the lie would mean many friends and success,many flags and stars.

But my soul cannot live in lie and dirt of the word,to pretend that you are someone else than who you really are.


And many are those who do that,and they very and are highly liked and appreciated.

Because they mimics the truth,and beautiful feelings.