"Trade"

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"Trade"

Love has no gain; I alone, the profit. This place I embrace, seems so temporary. And gain rhymes with pain; there is no way to stop it, but still I won’t trace my steps to sanctuary. Falling so far down; Has never felt so right. Resonance of peace; the sound, welcoming the night. Go drown your sorrows; try to realign. Your time may be borrowed, but now, I’m taking….mine.

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Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

mysterianne’s Poems (19)

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"Worship" 0
"Bargain" 0
"Unfinished" 1
"Orphanne" 0
"Trade" 0
"Query" 1
"Demigod" 1
"Safe" 2
"I Will Stand" 2
"Loving Me" 0
"Heaven's Best" 1
"No More Holocausts" 3
"For Lady Jeanne Guyon", a great mystic 0
"Rest" 1
"Tears for Lucifer" 1
"Hungry" 0
"Cherubim's Lament" 1
"Mine" 2
"Only One Love" 2