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Sandy May 2022
What are you than
A grain of salt
Lost in cosmos
What are you than
A rain of tears
Or grief
What are you than
A eternally conflicted
Person than a man

As the being that
Once lived died in you
And you a decoy of existence
As the grief went to your blood not soul
Leaving you black
Sandy Apr 2022
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To the love i never had
Across which to wreck
To the love i touched
As I ate the fruit of life
As i went to the roads

The love which was sweet
And bitter but
We always continued
As the rivers went
The drop of life and
As wonders happen

We are unchanged
Just a cottage grass
As the nights went by
Sleeps to the skies of stars
Unbothered
Sandy Apr 2022
Ran
Though the moon shines
As it drained the essence itself
Not the force driving it
But the heart as it beat

Magical in its adventures
Ran miles to cover distance
Though the moon shined
As her face went white
As if the moon became her
And was her all the time
We didn't noticed
Sandy Apr 2022
Leaves as green as it was judged
Flows to the air as it should
Never mind it's magnificence
As the winds rule we didn't care
Now as the mountains came closer
I felt a cold breeze
As the evergreen trees become white
Those eyes as if i fall
Into sweet crystals
As the mountains rejoice

I fall into your eyes as
You flickered as you moved
As if it broke
As the road went to
I followed what else
Should I have done
Sandy Apr 2022
Those eyes as if i fall
Into sweet crystals
As the heaven sings
As the mountains rise

I fall into your eyes
As you flickered as you moved
As if it broke
As the roads went to
I followed what else
Should I have done
Sandy Mar 2022
Aha! Ha ha Rejoice! Rejoice!
Said the mountain bloom
As the skies may ring bells
Water clearer than the deep blue sky,

May it be as clear as the moonlight or as white
As it covers my face I wonder my existence now for the first time I cry
Sandy Feb 2022
All you life you've been taught
The language of romantics
By a drained soul
As if it was a choice

You've been taught, the wrongs
The grammer by a misfit, misjudged soul
If you wanna experience true passion
Go wander and ask a old man his story
Ask a poor man, ask a traveller
As you wander through the roads
You'll realise the parts of speech
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