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Poetry Critical 2.0
Hey guys, Donald here.
In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.
But, boy. That’s like 102 in web-years. So it’s time for something new. I’m building that something now with my nights-and-weekend minutes (and plenty of coffee). Buy me a cup?
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|My personal feelings|
The rain softly pounds against the window panes,
but will those drops wash away my hearts stains?
the wound won´t heal,it throbs and pains.
All those windswept lanes,
they can tell a story of joy and beauty,
but it seems also they have another duty-to remember us about the evils of life:
One day my life will end,
but it is already on upend,
I wish to God for merccy to send,
in a parcel to me,in form of death.
Liberation,what a sweet word!
I could never appreciate its thorough and full meaning
its as if all beauty and nature had turned to charcoal and is steaming,
I am unable to gather strength from it,
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