"apt" poems - Hello Poetry

Just a dew drop, let alone the sea, and a handful of earth, not the Planet Ge. Not a shade of blue, save the rose for bee Purely a clear drop didn’t spill in the core, because the whole sphere feels the pinch. Singing chorus rains down, bouncing back to earth the only open-through planet. No black hole is as deep as the sun jumps, dives in the dew on every flower they wet. Every bird in the trees sings and tweets, yet one is stone quiet, shouldn’t even hiss. Shh! shh, the sleeping beauty is sleeping! Cut above the rest, the unique earth brimming with the infinite finishing line by design pans out to the transcended pi. Pure spring, the waterfront by the Moon, untouched, unspoiled is her swimming pool. How she goes by, wetting her ****** toe Only to bubble high up the transcended circle If only the sun could rise high in that pole, for the rest of species could sneak a peek. She’s there with the capstone of the pyramid! Shots beyond the fixed circle, netting the eyeballs. The stars, the Moon on the move for pure freedom. The thrilled earth did come out, smelling of roses Off the golden cut pi-decimal-abyss digital spring. With a handful of earth and a drop of water dew This is a pure mirroring thanks to the original, you! At the end of the string apt you lovely took her by hand and she took it in emptying her heart and soul. Earth is now too thin on stock, she is no more Just a shadow, a 360-degree hollow flute! Oh light at the end of the tunnel shine and show Play in like in the Night of Ascension once more!

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Apr 8, 2017

Apr 8, 2017 at 8:59 PM UTC

shofi-ahmed

Rose From The Pi Digital Spring

Just a dew drop, let alone the sea, and a handful of earth, not the Planet Ge. Not a shade of blue, save the rose for bee Purely a clear drop didn’t spill in the core, because the whole sphere feels the pinch. Singing chorus rains down, bouncing back to earth the only open-through planet. No black hole is as deep as the sun jumps, dives in the dew on every flower they wet. Every bird in the trees sings and tweets, yet one is stone quiet, shouldn’t even hiss. Shh! shh, the sleeping beauty is sleeping! Cut above the rest, the unique earth brimming with the infinite finishing line by design pans out to the transcended pi. Pure spring, the waterfront by the Moon, untouched, unspoiled is her swimming pool. How she goes by, wetting her ****** toe Only to bubble high up the transcended circle If only the sun could rise high in that pole, for the rest of species could sneak a peek. She’s there with the capstone of the pyramid! Shots beyond the fixed circle, netting the eyeballs. The stars, the Moon on the move for pure freedom. The thrilled earth did come out, smelling of roses Off the golden cut pi-decimal-abyss digital spring. With a handful of earth and a drop of water dew This is a pure mirroring thanks to the original, you! At the end of the string apt you lovely took her by hand and she took it in emptying her heart and soul. Earth is now too thin on stock, she is no more Just a shadow, a 360-degree hollow flute! Oh light at the end of the tunnel shine and show Play in like in the Night of Ascension once more!