Precious poems
"because I could not stop for death Consolation for the beloved My precious Diamond lost in vain, My heart became chaff and turned to wane. It is a whirl of sorrow in a wide plain Wait a minute and distract gall: Do not consider self as a ball, To kick, play, or stroll, It is precious diamond or baby to call. Do not console my heart, but my soul, Here, nature is either gracious or cruel. But beware of evil or the sense of dismay, Just precious meanings carved on clay- My heart becomes gloomy, My soul is not bloomy, I want the price to pay, My soul needs lovely way, My heart knows the righteousness to convey, It is life so a humorous play, Is Mind a blockage? Is Heart a tiny cage? Is Soul eradicated in a younger age? I want to catch everything right, A knight of passion erased many a plight, And solv...