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sick
We are all ill,
deep down our bones,
with a disease called,
pessimism.
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eclipse
"What is love" - I asked the Sea,
as the Sun yech and the Wind sighed,
"Is it him" - to stop they plea,
'till the Mood rose and cried,
"What is love" - I asked the Moon,
the cry loudened as the Wind crooned,
"Is it him" - as the Sun goes down,
'till she not to us in lown.
In her poetry collection, Even the Lamebrain Ponders, L_A_S_S has created a wonderful collection of thoughts and ideas and imageries.
Wonderfully concise and neatly written, they carefully encapsulate mysterious and subtle aspect of our quotidien surroundings.
Check out the rest of her poems of her poetry collection here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/222996930-even-the-lamebrain-ponders
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