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Life is indeed immature in his mentality
he confuses love with hate and hate with love
liken to of night teasing her loveliness
humble her gentleness puts him in slumber
and what is the rare radiance in her face
tis the same beauty in her mystic silent tone
her beauty she indeed confides with class
For she knows she is more beautiful to conceited dawn
For sometimes mornings brings only annoyance
that she presents so many of her presence
in noticed colors and heatness in her goldenness
Sometimes I wonder how night stays still
for when she cries her tears are revealed
but when dawn cries no one cares
and why would dawn still sob
when she prances with laughs and giggles
and night is not noticed or loved at all
because when the time for smoothness
or a time for one to bear one's heart
Morning doesn’t have something to share
where night it contains hidden stories
True beauty is unperturbed and sought
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I don't get it... again. this is the second time I have tried to read this and I cannot understand it.
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it expressing how as ugly and dark as night seems its beautiful in its quietness and the radiance that glimmers
it saying something a ugly is beautiful
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I think I get here way to late, I that you already have a fan here. I love the flow of this piece. I see that you are just eighteen years old, wow, you must be in some kind of private school or some Princeton, yales, or something, just brilliant
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twist the pen, a great writer writes from the heart. write not just beautiful words, write something that represents who you are. nice write
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isnt it amazing how the planet's revolution causing the presence and absence of light can affect people's disposition...an analytical write...
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beautiful
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