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Liliane

Liliane

Hope

To my lover

Every night I wonder
Will you ever be my knight?
It would make my heart pound
To know that you’re mine
The two of us flying, freed fom our burden
Swimming against the tide of our World,
Alive.

I am a french student and I want to try writing poetry. This is my first poem
Please let me know If it is good enough and if I could modify something ;)

Otras obras de Liliane...
Origin

He is of the men you see eveyday A nice fellow working his way But you don’t know him like I do As what defines him is virtue You would’t believe how many times
Conscience

I stare at the mirror All I see is a Monster When have I started to become This horrifying wraith? Like Dorian Gray
Madness

I’m flying Lighter than air Swirling with autumn leaves Golden brown, Yellow,
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A gift from Cupid

Nothing particular to this shirt, Juste an old piece of fabric One might say But to me it’s a rare and precious item
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Oezys

Anxiety is dancing in my mind In a loud trance My fears Are rushing into my head How can I ever stop them?
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Intense gaze

When I look at his eyes I get a glimpse of his soul Bright, Only a gleam of sun makes them spa… Of a beautiful green,
Ephemeral

What a beautiful rose in my garden I look at her And I remember Only her Can keep my secrets forever
Just a pinch of magic

A witch he thinks I am That a spell I’ve cast on him Through the delicous taste Of what I baked,
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At the crossroads

No direction No certainty Only questions I Wonder what will come next My thoughts are fidgeting all arou…
Reunion

Words are slipping away From my lips Flooded with emotion I am As the mirage finally came to life
Mnesmosyne has failed me

Memories are gone I thought I’d feel relieved But there is a void in my heart A weight in my chest I thought forgetting you would hea…
Revelation

This evening I look at the Sky I see a burst of magnificent colou… And I realize there’s something I Had not seen…
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Bad temper

The Lily of the Valley Blossoms beautifully Its fragance is light and fresh But poison runs through its veins, A dark side it surely hides
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Narcissus

Of a Sunny yellow She wears a legendary name Growing at the place Narcisse had drowned From the own contemplation
Freya

Light is her name She is precious like gold Luckier than Fortuna, Always outruning fate Flames blaze from her eyes



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