New songs
When I pick up my guitar,
my fingers start to strum.
Before too long,
I have a song.
With lyrics,
From my heart.
Yet, in the morning the song is gone,
And the canvas is blanc again.
Free to write another song,
That comforts me like a friend.
poem by Niamh Gold
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I'll cry no tears
I'll cry no tears of sympathy,
I'll cry no tears of joy.
For what you've lost,
For what you've gained,
It's impossible to try.
You left behind all you had,
For a life of fortune and fame.
You left me here on my own,
You cheated at the game.
So I'll cry no tears of sympathy,
I'll cry no tears of joy.
For you were my last resort,
It's impossible to cry.
poem by Niamh Gold
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