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i. Cometh closer rayna, into mine sight I gaveth mine last exhalation, in the middle of the night; Do not be frightened, do not fright, I'm lively, beyond the grave, thus once burdened, as a man an slave. ii. Cometh here rayna, into mine glow Looketh at mine hand's, Into mine soul; I knoweth we couldst not meeteth, in the world of the living, But now I am here,spiritually breathing. iii. Cometh here rayna, looketh at mine new regalia I've met kin, with a thousand friends, we chat amongst azaleas; Heaven tis real, more than thou couldst imagine I'll meeteth thee there, thou canst stroke mine hair, No more devil's, worldlies, or tormenting dragon's. iv. Cometh closer mi amour', mine poetry is the door That thou shalt findeth me; I won't be lost- readeth between the lines of mine stanza's, that's where I shalt be. I'll be looking down upon thou, before thine own dying breath's, Jane, O' mine whole, O' mine Rayna, we'll meet again someday; Please weareth the honey yellow dress. Do not be mad at God, for he needed me home. Soon mine love, soon mine dove, we shalt reside in a place I picked covered in heavenly gold, a view to calleth ourn abode. Doeth good whilst I'm away, loveth one another, this is ourn creator's message, I wilt sendeth thee blessing's, just continue to loveth thy sister's and brother's. ©Brandon Nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose ) dedication
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Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
brandon-nagley
Neges , o'r ochr arall ( A message, from the other side) welsh tongue
i. Cometh closer rayna, into mine sight I gaveth mine last exhalation, in the middle of the night; Do not be frightened, do not fright, I'm lively, beyond the grave, thus once burdened, as a man an slave. ii. Cometh here rayna, into mine glow Looketh at mine hand's, Into mine soul; I knoweth we couldst not meeteth, in the world of the living, But now I am here,spiritually breathing. iii. Cometh here rayna, looketh at mine new regalia I've met kin, with a thousand friends, we chat amongst azaleas; Heaven tis real, more than thou couldst imagine I'll meeteth thee there, thou canst stroke mine hair, No more devil's, worldlies, or tormenting dragon's. iv. Cometh closer mi amour', mine poetry is the door That thou shalt findeth me; I won't be lost- readeth between the lines of mine stanza's, that's where I shalt be. I'll be looking down upon thou, before thine own dying breath's, Jane, O' mine whole, O' mine Rayna, we'll meet again someday; Please weareth the honey yellow dress. Do not be mad at God, for he needed me home. Soon mine love, soon mine dove, we shalt reside in a place I picked covered in heavenly gold, a view to calleth ourn abode. Doeth good whilst I'm away, loveth one another, this is ourn creator's message, I wilt sendeth thee blessing's, just continue to loveth thy sister's and brother's. ©Brandon Nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose ) dedication
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