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Do not write all your miseries in black ink

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Do Not Write All Your Mis'ries In Black Ink Do not write all your mis'ries in black ink,Dark past must be buried its vivid corpse;Fight your inner night and rise your sun pink. When life despairs the youth, they oft misthinkAnd paint on dim canvas vehement mourns,Do not write all your mis'ries in black ink.… Continue reading Do not write all your miseries in black ink

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The more I grasp sighs, the more my tears dry.The grey fogs hinder my soft heaven spark.So, I kneel down and pray: "Ô, The Most High!" Lights of my days in a ring of fire cry.The murky scars embrace the fiery dark.The more I grasp sighs, the more my tears dry. Anxiety madly thrives, frowns.… Continue reading #villanelle

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Mood #poetry #poem #iamwriting #villanelle

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Mood As memories twinkle remembrance fords,Her eyes close their curtain. Her soft night glows;The errant soul dances on witty cords. Summer's drowsy breeze numbs her stifled wordsLet her weary heart proses its bores. SoHer memories twinkle remembrance fords Fall teases her undead leaves with his swordsVenom winds evisc'rate her green in slowThe errant soul dances… Continue reading Mood #poetry #poem #iamwriting #villanelle

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# poem # iamwriting # poetry # villanelle

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Do not write all your mis'ries in black ink Do not write all your mis'ries in black ink,Dark past must be buried its vivid corpse;Fight your inner night and rise your sun pink.When life despairs the youth, they oft misthinkAnd paint on dim canvas vehement mourns,Do not write all your mis'ries in black ink.When wrinkled… Continue reading # poem # iamwriting # poetry # villanelle