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Buoyed pot Feb 2019
Where to hide? Where to conceal?
I fail to understand this famine.
They have robbed my merry zeal
and now prevails the devil’s time.
Taciturnly they have eloped from my sight,
Bricks of blue is what they have left.
This is the lost treasure that has clanged to life in the night
Yet this parky night has failed to freeze my breath.
I agree to sign the fatal bond with the supreme
And still be sure of my inevitable victory
For I have made sagacious plans in the afternoon green
The rebels will soon begin to continue this story
Buoyed pot Feb 2019
She loved to swim in
Shallow seas but I dived in
The deep dry ocean
Buoyed pot Jan 2019
With such ceaseless light falling from heaven on my late shut eyes
Calling off my soul for the perennial journey of after life
With inquisitive eyes I glanced around
When I found
A maiden's soul sitting on the rock
Her eyes spoke that she want to talk
I stamped my feet across the aisle
To reach the maiden's eye
She glance at me and asked me why
What was her fault that she had to die
I glanced at her with bewildered eyes
Her eyes had her tongue
Which stood as a barrier between her pain and fake lustrous smile
A drop of tear roll down her barrier
Spoke things which she could not speak
She stood up and marched by
No word fell from lips
But the tear was enough to make me cry
I don't know why

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