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Alasiri T Jan 2018
Call the night, upon bright skies
And sleepless eyes.
May night suppress , The scorching flames
In the hearts of the oppressed.
And may morning never shine, upon the aches
of a sorrowful rhyme.
©2018 Alasiri Turky
Alasiri T Sep 2017
.
.
Like a wounded animal
She shouted in pain
.
Were her instinct a crime?
She wondered,
Or had she gone insane
.
With eyes of guilt and shame
They gathered upon her
Once again,
.
Rivers of blood flowing
In-between her *******
Through her brain
.
Their stones did not hurt as much
As for the one, she prayed for
Deep in her heart
Was not there to explain
.
©2017 Alasiri Turky

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