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Living in my own solitude and loneliness Without you, life seems to be meaningless The spring blossoms towards love I seek in you, my shelter like a dove When my human emotional sparks Your soft and lovable voice speaks Everything is known to be very far, Unless you stay back with me near Like the vanishing dawn dew every solo minute goes with a few spoken verses never scribbled ever You are my solitary love, dear beware But you have to wish me good and well And hold me, and don’t ever say farewell you are born with a superb effect Unless we both live together in perfect it’s what makes you sharp and crucial It's what I want you are feel so special My sparkle of fire towards madness of love It’s the radiance to hold you to move Love has devastated me like dried leaves Life has distorted to live in my own caves everything has altered me and I am down new thoughts, you stitches gives me a gown Everything in and around seems to be ruin Life is meaningless, dear with a bitter mean. The girl to whom I loved   the most Lost for ever and ever   like a ghost It makes me to stand like a dead host with no ideas, themes or joys to post. Tears have dried out, crying all the way you be  here and I could make a pay The painful ways, how we both loved And the gainful style, how we lived my life is meaningless as you know and nothing can get changed for now. By Williamsji Maveli Email:[email protected]
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Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 11:43 AM UTC
My own solitude.....
Living in my own solitude and loneliness Without you, life seems to be meaningless The spring blossoms towards love I seek in you, my shelter like a dove When my human emotional sparks Your soft and lovable voice speaks Everything is known to be very far, Unless you stay back with me near Like the vanishing dawn dew every solo minute goes with a few spoken verses never scribbled ever You are my solitary love, dear beware But you have to wish me good and well And hold me, and don’t ever say farewell you are born with a superb effect Unless we both live together in perfect it’s what makes you sharp and crucial It's what I want you are feel so special My sparkle of fire towards madness of love It’s the radiance to hold you to move Love has devastated me like dried leaves Life has distorted to live in my own caves everything has altered me and I am down new thoughts, you stitches gives me a gown Everything in and around seems to be ruin Life is meaningless, dear with a bitter mean. The girl to whom I loved   the most Lost for ever and ever   like a ghost It makes me to stand like a dead host with no ideas, themes or joys to post. Tears have dried out, crying all the way you be  here and I could make a pay The painful ways, how we both loved And the gainful style, how we lived my life is meaningless as you know and nothing can get changed for now. By Williamsji Maveli Email:[email protected]
Poetry dates all the way back to the beginnings of Humanity. People have always been questioning nature, and the day-to-day existence of themselves and other humans love, death, survival, war, injustice, and the universe are all examples of things that have been questioned by men and woman since the roots of human existence. Whether in nursery rhyme, ballad, jingle, rhyme, anthem, or music,people have found poetry to be an outlet for expressing these questions, sensations, and experiences People often associate it with strict rhyming patterns, complicated vocabulary, hidden iconic meanings, and difficult rhythmical conventions. Poetry is even taught in school to be an intricate, complicated, inexplicable puzzle. True, poetry is difficult. Sure, it can be harder to understand than prose. However, that is only because sometimes it is involved with your inescapable complexities and uncertainties of your existence. For more, visit www.williamsji.com www.williamsmaveli.com www.williamsgeorge.com www.moonmakers.com www.thefilmmagazine.com
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