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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 ;)

Altre opere di Liliane...
Lost

How many times Can I take no for an answer? Knowing you want me But are too afraid to love Disapointment
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Ecstasy

Like two birds Flying around another Playing with fate They hesitate But they’ve wanted this
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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,
At the crossroads

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

Everyday I worry I dread this coming month, September The milestone of our life The day our fate will be known
Madness

I’m flying Lighter than air Swirling with autumn leaves Golden brown, Yellow,
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Gratitude

Incredible is my mother She is kind like no other A pure Angel is nothing compared… Beautiful and fraich as dew, Enchantress
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
Reunion

Words are slipping away From my lips Flooded with emotion I am As the mirage finally came to life
Ephemeral

What a beautiful rose in my garden I look at her And I remember Only her Can keep my secrets forever
Sweetheart

Sunshine, Driven by Helios through the Sky In a golden chariot To the sole purpose Of illuminating my life
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Freya

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

Here I was Entering Auschwitz A jet black raven above me Through the wind I could feel I could see
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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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