~~
Pictures of the past
Everyone's looking for
himself in
Folds of forehead,
Indeed, the ideas of having
lots of line
Beauty of Creation,
dreams funded
Impeccable sweetness,
Call you
Remaining accrued charcoal
Weight beneath,
Awakening of the Himalayas
It is a rule
Winter, Spring return,
Train routine
The artist has gone to draw
Springtime
Persons who see the future
After math,
Make the nuclear bomb,
O' They **** the child,
peace poem burns
In the destruction
of the desert
All are filled with trash
Hunger,
Cluster bombs
Allocation for children
Mother's womb,
Earth within the Earth,
even not a secure socket
Thoughtless however,
At all a game,
You can not say!
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 9:58 PM UTC
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Pictures of the past
Everyone's looking for
himself in
Folds of forehead,
Indeed, the ideas of having
lots of line
Beauty of Creation,
dreams funded
Impeccable sweetness,
Call you
Remaining accrued charcoal
Weight beneath,
Awakening of the Himalayas
It is a rule
Winter, Spring return,
Train routine
The artist has gone to draw
Springtime
Persons who see the future
After math,
Make the nuclear bomb,
O' They **** the child,
peace poem burns
In the destruction
of the desert
All are filled with trash
Hunger,
Cluster bombs
Allocation for children
Mother's womb,
Earth within the Earth,
even not a secure socket
Thoughtless however,
At all a game,
You can not say!
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
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