Poetry Blogs (golden)

Happiness, in hands for you.

If you decided, not to be sad.

As a cup of water, to drink.

To clean your thoughts, to be glad.

Sadness, does not need to broach.

It always knocks, worried heart.

But Happiness, with a golden coach.

Asks, to ride happiness cart.

The Brain is yours, “to make use”.

Positively, think of your own.

Feel your value, never abuse.

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And so as nothing leads to nothing

and your weary eyes

leaves turn golden then they fall

grasping for the past

An old tramp in the corner

monument of life

you used to own the whole world too

benches for thrones, friends to trust

All is gone yet you still live

bursting with sweet love

Love of golden fallen leaves

- that is what you've...

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