3 result(s) for Arthur Schopenhauer Poems.
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Wisdom in Shadows
In shadows deep where sorrows dwell,
The heart unveils its silent spell.
Despair, a cloak, both heavy and worn,
Yet harbors truths like roses, thorn.
Arthur spoke of will and fate,
In pain we learn, our wisdom's state.
For when the night seems cold and long,
The depths of anguish shape the strong.
In every tear, a lesson we find,
A beacon bright in the troubled mind.
Through struggle's gaze, we come to see,
The beauty of our misery.
Dreams at Dawn
In whispered realms where shadows play,
A tapestry of night gives way.
The dreams we weave in silence deep,
Before the light, they start to steep.
Like fleeting notes of a soft refrain,
As dawn's light breaks, they fade like rain.
Each fleeting thought, a ghostly flight,
Drifting away in the arms of light.
Yet in the glow, a spark remains,
In waking hours, the spirit gains.
Though dreams may blur as morning’s nigh,
Their echoes linger in the sky.
The Dance of Shadows
In silence deep, where shadows dwell,
A cycle spins, a whispered spell.
Joy flits like fireflies in the night,
Yet pain looms large, eclipsing light.
A fleeting laugh, a softened sigh,
Moments grasped, then left to die.
Life's tender threads, both sharp and sweet,
Each sorrow stirs what joy conceits.
Aspire to grasp the glimmering spark,
But know, dear heart, the world's deep dark.
For in this dance of joy and pain,
We learn the truth: both wax and wane.
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