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Qu'est-ce qui reste?Qu’est-ce qui est dehors le soleil, Quand le jour obscuré meurt, Quand le finale feu des étoiles, A brûlé la ciel bleue claire ?Qu'est-ce qui reste?
Peut on vivre dans le silence ? Y a-t-il des couleurs sauf noir ? Peut un arc-en-ciel survivre, Quand les étoiles donnent d’espoir ?
Quand la lune tombe dans les ombres, Où se cache le beau soleil ? Et la nuit, donne-t-il la promesse, Que le jour va retourner ?
Combien des étoiles sont en couchant, Ciels en manquant de lumière ? Est-ce que toutes les nuits sont uniques, Ou sont-ils tous comme celle de Terre
by ~rallon
AudreyShe holds a sunset in her hand, And I hold hers in mine, And yet I feel the break of dawn, When our fingers intertwine.Audrey
She’s shown me how to dream again, And so I dream anew, And perhaps I can show to her, That she’s a dream come true.
She’s shown me that blue skies remain When rainbows fade and die, And when at night we search for stars, There’s daylight in her eyes.
She’s shown me what it is to fall, And what it is to fly. She’s shared the nearness of a heart, The far side of a sigh.
No verse can match all that she is
by ~rallon
SunsetWhat lies beyond the sunset, In the darkened, dying day, Once the sun’s last brilliant fire, Has burned blue skies into grey?Sunset
Is there life amid the silence? Is there color in the night? Can a rainbow live in darkness, Held aloft in soft starlight?
When the moon falls into shadow, Does the hope of day remain? Where in darkness lies the promise, That the sun will rise again?
How many sunsets shine upon me, From a thousand distant suns? Does each one bring a unique night, Or do all sunsets lead to one?
Yet how many suns ar
by ~rallon
UnforgettableMy enigma’s smile shines again, It shines for all to see. But though I’ve sworn to see her smile, She’s smiling without me.Unforgettable
Where once she sang beside me, And the beauty made her cry, Now her voice is rekindled, While voice fades and dies.
Where once I felt the warmth contained, Within her icy hands, Now my fingertips are empty, For she’s slipped through like sand.
Her dreaming eyes which once were lost, Are empty since they’re found, Once I swam in those diamond pools, I know now that I’ve drowned.
I’ve had her and I’ve
by ~rallon
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- Current Residence: Chicago suburbs
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It appears my hypocrisy knows no bounds.
I just read your poem, alone.
and I loved it.
now I shall proceed to check out the rest of your work.
in the meantime.
farewell.
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