Let's make ashes tonight...
The cool wet grass tickled my bare feet, As I ran across the verdant field.
The earth has its own story of nature’s treason, But the heart reveres no time and heeds no season,
Some poems are just not meant to be understood...with the bare mind...
Betraying trust is the nee trend
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"Only the glass pricked through my eye And last night's mattress spoke of its lumps..."
She wore a different robe each time rarely tidy, sometimes crumpled but mostly messy.
With all the ransom paid, she left, with no tears
My mouth tastes like blood And sometimes blood Spills out poetry And poetry looks like Nothing but Wounds With Na...
Late memories of golden time arose
The Man who has seen it all, the man who couldn't die.. but has to bear the burden of the pain of ages..
My life is a heart pierced by broken arrow, still I wanted to remain in the arms of my UNKNOWN SHADOW...
No one would listen to me; I was loner than I thought, They warned me always, I forgot. . .
"I am floating in the deepness on an uncertain raft, Nothing is self controlled or curbed."
Vocabulary, a range, a frame of reference, World makes its own inference...
With this self-advocacy and self consoling Able to settle-down after some time Able to manage crucial moment & time.
Nobody seems to complaint the loss they regularly suffer, Now they curse the legends of the liberty call...
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And since then I’ve been praying Even though God seems like a dirty pipe dream
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