Eyes Of Imagination: Poems The Creative Spirit

Samples: Unrequited LoveAn unrequited love Is the hardest to bear. For in my eye's corner, my dear, Your image is closer than you appear. You're so far yet feel ever so near, I fear.This surely is a test. For it grants me no rest. With a song and a gentle dance, >Sample from My Miraculous Light about my son when he was born 3 months prematurely and briefly passed away and revived.You stopped breathing, as if losing your sight. For ten full minutes we lost you, our miraculous light. Amidst our anxiety, tears, pain, and fear, >Like a shrinking pipe, your throat began to close, Oh my son, you couldn't breathe through your nose. As doctors revived you, with all their might.. So did my champ, you fought for your light.Alas to us you returned, our own miraculous child. >Sample from Eternally At Peace, my eulogy I composed for my Grandma for her funeral.Over a hundred times she proved her worth. And now we live her legacy, here on earth. With humor, work ethic, and love for our maker, She led us with love, for nothing could shake her.Till we meet again, Grandma, we'll surely make you proud. From the depths of our hearts, to the highest cloud. We'll cherish your memory, with gratitude and love. And when we raise our eyes to the heavens, We'll feel yours from above. Tell MeTell me and I shall write a verse. For this here, a verse? No. T'is none but a clearless Clashing cloud, Of a steadfast firmament Which itself wove From woeful waning >Sample from " Spring Orchestra" The branches below subtly and slowly sway, The branches below subtly and slowly sway, As the tune of the melody reaches their way. In their gleeful dance, the branches drop seeds. And below them, new grasses begin to breed.Above them all, the sun reflects its golden rays. Softly and gently to the sun, the branches pray That Spring, Persephone, should leave no more. >Sample from Sonnet 2- My Miracle Awaiting I run. She runs. We run into each other's arms. She smiles. I melt, even under the moon's chill. You are the song I love to hear and hold no harm. >Sing to me of the future, then I can write a verse. A verse of fourteen lines for a fourteenth winter day. I will keep you in my soul; wherein lie my new tears. Would you be mine? For with you I yearn to stay

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