After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In the intensity of its fires,
There come the mellow, mild, St. Martin days
Crowned with the calm of peace, but sad with haze.
So after Love has led us, till he tires
Of his throes, and torments, and desires,
Comes large-eyed Friendship: with a restful gaze.
He beckons us to follow, and across
Cool verdant vales we wander free from care.
Is it a touch of frost lies in the air?
Why are we haunted by a sense of loss?
We do not wish the pain back, or the heat;
And yet, and yet, these days are incomplete.
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
