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Spriha Kant Apr 2021
Stress on the summit is sometimes a rock heavy enough to not roll downward even by the application of periodic high-intensity forces.

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Spriha Kant Mar 2021
I wish to get out of the tutelary purlieu because I fear of turning into fragments on its spontaneous explosion by time factor.
Spriha Kant Mar 2021
Sometimes , I am unable to resist an unknown force which pushes me to go beyond my limits and makes me a deaf for listening to all the **** that others say and think about me.
Spriha Kant Dec 2020
Circumstances crushed hopes and new hopes rose from the ashes of burnt desires.
Spriha Kant Dec 2020
The infinite flambeaux guards inside me daily haunt the subtle led through which the darknesses enter inside me and bully me.
  Dec 2020 Spriha Kant
Carlo C Gomez
Out of touch with the ground
I walk a thin line

I am in lonely equilibrium
A broken umbrella

Swinging to-and-fro
On this trapeze

Coming untethered
From these elapsing heart strings

New love's dividing line
Depends upon its precise timing

Port de bras
The illusion of imponderable lightness

Take a leap of faith
Reach out for me
They were bright little elves, mischievous but good
creative as can be  known as gnomes of the North Pole
Santa's sleigh began to slow so they did all they could  
the spirit-meter read low and it could not run on coal,  
so they filled it with hot cocoa and a tad of faithful gist.
  
Intuitive as heck they decked the workshop halls with glee
knowing very well insightful Santa could smell a foul tree
But then before the big old flight, he asked a ***** elf
"why do you smell like chocolate boy? "make a note to self"
it was then that Santa doubted but heh the presents come  first!

Off he went with a bag of toys as the elves made so much noise
clever little beings that they were, they all waved with poise
Up the chimney down the chimney  the sleigh just ran and ran
hot on the trail of children's hopes it flew with a yes I can .
Santa  saw that the spirit-meter was low and full of thirst
  
He thought and thought, and then he saw  a chocolate leak  
dripping down his boot, he knew, the elves had had a peek
but when he saw the joy on the children's faces in a dream
he knew that his  magic elves were geniuses of their realm  
and he was glad they got the sled to fly, with a cocoa burst.
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