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A Step-Single's Lament A solitary figure, lost in thought, A heart once whole, now torn and fraught. A step-single's journey, a winding path,
By Moharif Yuliantoabout a year ago in Poets
The dawn breaks, a promise of a new day, But shadows linger, where corruption plays. Bribes whispered low, deals sealed with a nod,
Alarm clock snoozes, dreams take flight, A late start to the morning light. Hair askew, coffee cold and black, A hurried breakfast, no turning back.
As day begins its final bow, And shadows stretch and grow, A canvas painted hues of gold, A sight to behold, a story told.
A shroud of darkness, velvet deep, Envelops the world in silent sleep. Stars, like diamonds, twinkle bright, Piercing the veil of endless night.
In realms where sweet nectar flows, A venomous sting also grows. Like honey, words can soothe the soul, But hidden beneath, a darker role.
A thousand faces, each a world untold, A tapestry of souls, ancient and bold. From distant lands, beneath diverse skies, Their stories weave, where hope and sorrow lies.
She walks with purpose, a queen in her stride, A warrior's spirit, deep inside. A force of nature, a tempestuous sea, A beacon of hope, wild and free.
I am a vessel, cracked and torn, A soul divided, lost and forlorn. A half-moon hanging in the sky, A lonely star that's doomed to die.
A poet, a painter, a prophet of peace, A soul that yearned for the world's release. From Lebanon, a land of strife, He sought a path to a better life.
A mournful wail, a mournful sound, A ghostly echo, deep and profound. A train that glides through the velvet night, Its headlights piercing the inky light.
Twilight Train A winding track, a fading light, A train that whispers through the night. Its mournful whistle, a lonely sigh,
