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Evidence O N Jun 13
With ease the flower juggled
Playing sweetly tenderly with the sun
Outside the vent of my window
Where I smelt the fragrance

Of this pretty yellow flower
Eavesdropping in my penal dream.
Could this be the fruit
Of billion trees veiled in vain

Innocent voices drizzled
And flooded patiently the weighted heart
Weighted heart of sombre days
Sombre days of beautiful injuries

All the Arabesque of the eyes
That foamed far then clad facades
Love is a beautiful thing when reciprocated
Evidence O N Jun 12
“Death of Beautiful Smiles”

Where is the tree?
Has it departed like fury ocean indeed?
I have known its beauty
Which glows in that field.

Wonder! I see the sun retiring
Together with the moon dimming.
All with my hapless star dangling.
Those heavy remembrance

When I felt the unsaid smiles.
Why come? And leaving,
So avid as devil's winding,
Leaving blanketed bruises

To smile down sunshine of happiness.
Courtly; can I withstand this death;
Hovering so rooted all night
On the trees you do perch

Soloing beautifully
with delicious smiles in all pace
We do stride, so sudden!  Ah!
The tree has departed, truly. Ah!
And all the imprecating smiles gone.
Just entrusted is gone.
Sometimes love moves a lame man out of the world to where he can only experience worries unfortunately.
Evidence O N Jun 27
I sat in the bowls of sadness
Racking the days back
Which appeared bitterly delicious
All was the melodious track

Of tragedies playing diminuendo
This has been a trier of cricket
That left its crevice
For a flagrant journey

In a beautiful thorn roads
In a laughing still ocean
A journey that brakes
The darkest still night

In between the land and sea
Seas with fanning gills of catfish
And roads crowded by ugly crocodiles
Betwixt light and covetous darkness
Evidence O N Jun 13
The rain is your heart
It drenches me momentarily
And it delights me swimming in it
Every time comely

I dance the old children dance
Under the sweet rain
The rain is your heart
I shall drink it for it's joy

Where the rain touches
Where the heart touches
Right at my left ******
It alights as thunderbirds

Softening the dry throat
I shall love to drink again.

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