Rita De
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The foams of the sea
Frown upon us
The herbivore world
Its all grass
There was a lovely lass
Who knows to know down
The crown
The gifts of evolution.
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The Gifts of ...
The Essence O...
The Essence o...
Pain-stricken
The Embrace
The embrace
Aspiring to achieve is fun Aspiring to achieve is fun
My supreme control. However, this time, I willingly opened the gate. My supreme control. However, this time, I willingly opened the gate.
The poem shows that it takes time to make art and not even a second to break it. The poem shows that it takes time to make art and not even a second to break it.
The masks of the skulls needn’t be exposed; it may be you, face decomposed; The masks of the skulls needn’t be exposed; it may be you, face decomposed;
What crushes is the divine truth! What crushes is the divine truth!
Judged only by the outer cover? Judged only by the outer cover?
All of a Sudden Sounds turning in Noise All of a Sudden Sounds turning in Noise
Just my honest thoughts in my Orange Garden Just my honest thoughts in my Orange Garden
But it is not darkness which is the absence of light But it is not darkness which is the absence of light
A tormenting endearment in her heart A tormenting endearment in her heart
The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart
Your engraved barks and vacant nest nothing will matter Your engraved barks and vacant nest nothing will matter
It all started around November 2019, A deadly virus coercively named covid-19. It all started around November 2019, A deadly virus coercively named covid-19.
I die, I am born, I live to die, I die to live.. I die, I am born, I live to die, I die to live..
I am not brainstormed by false allegations I am not brainstormed by false allegations
मजलूमों के वास्ते जहरीले आसूँ रईसों की मुस्कान हुई जाती है। मजलूमों के वास्ते जहरीले आसूँ रईसों की मुस्कान हुई जाती है।
As I’m held captive by you… As I’m held captive by you…
This poem shows Post Trauma Self Destruction This poem shows Post Trauma Self Destruction
Tell me why sips of your whiskey alternate between someone's memories and your future. Tell me why sips of your whiskey alternate between someone's memories and your f...
They don't seem to be content somehow They don't seem to be content somehow
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