So carefully we decorate our Life
With colourful dreams
Festoon it with hidden hopes
Secret desires and secret longings
For more enchantment –
Bejewel it with illusions
Adorn it with Ambition
Sprinkle it with bouquets of Laughter
Until…. Destiny enters
In her hand – the Sword of Death
The banquet is over
It’s time to go home
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A friend once asked me why all my poems were so "sad". I told her that it's probably because they have all been written when I was depressed or going through some tough times. My poems have served as my catharsis and helped me cope and move on with life. I welcome feedback and invite poets, dreamers and writers to share their work here
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