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In this world of sorrow Evidently, the wind blows, away the tannic flames And water dries up its flows Whistles sound like whispers While speeds jag and slows Little breaths puff off As to them, my prayer goes Never experienced anger That run from head to toes Lagging behind in time I am sure everyone knows But a wish for a dream come true That just this night, it snows However, it turns a pity We slim slot to pose Happy like glass thin Accepting a bunch of rose Walking behind an old building Whiping up my leaking nose Sniffing on temptation And in goes the dose Mocking myself with lies Yet, happy to be on toes Rushing winds sing with delight While the sunset aura glows... ©sim
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Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 1:02 AM UTC
A Quite Stroll
In this world of sorrow Evidently, the wind blows, away the tannic flames And water dries up its flows Whistles sound like whispers While speeds jag and slows Little breaths puff off As to them, my prayer goes Never experienced anger That run from head to toes Lagging behind in time I am sure everyone knows But a wish for a dream come true That just this night, it snows However, it turns a pity We slim slot to pose Happy like glass thin Accepting a bunch of rose Walking behind an old building Whiping up my leaking nose Sniffing on temptation And in goes the dose Mocking myself with lies Yet, happy to be on toes Rushing winds sing with delight While the sunset aura glows... ©sim
Spilling thoughts.
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Seema
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Seema
41/F/Fiji Islands
Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 1:02 AM UTC
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