Songs without the melodies
Poems without the rhymes
Are certainly better
Than poetry without a heart
Beauty that has no face
Sweetness over grace
I would prefer
Than mere desire and obsession
Sun ‘neath the soft white clouds
Full moon with orange and gray around
These things I like
Not a star without shiny sparkle
Novels with few characters
Stubborn and carefree
Books I would choose
Over pages with empty words
What would life be
Without passion and love
How could I die
When I didn’t live in the first place
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