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Perfunctory Life, A Poem from my Confessions
When sadness comesIt drives away passionsLife becomes perfunctoryRestless no more—is my heartListless—it barely beatsNever stirs—for more impassioned featsWhen melodies operatic do soundSlight inner wakes do compoundBut heart laden—brokenIsn’t worth torturing—for tokenGestures given only in hasteWhen time and loveForever remain chaste.
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My Poetry | Luciano, A Funeral Dirge
Morning Prayer (Lauds) Prayers This morning, I woke up at 0400 and wasted a little time. Then, I decided to open the Universalis app and read morning prayers. As I read through the hymns, psalms, and canticles, some dormant part of me began to reawaken. Poetry A long time ago, I had a very popular…