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"blet" poems
He heard from a mile and passed a smile I rushed to him, he caught my mind "So humble and kind, O' whirling wind Why you stopped this lunatic blind" "There was a time" said I to him, he nodded and passed a smile "That day I remember, my daily quest The sun was set, the dusk was wet Far away where colors were loud Emotions and voices were stuffed in me And I, was stuffed in every cloud Then all of a sudden, a black robed maiden Trapped my soul like a huge kraken Often I see her in your towns Is that where she blet?" and then he said, "Oh! I am sorry Miss, I didn't do that" "It's okay you are blind and innocent I know that" "One more day I remember, my daily quest Under my roof, all love birds met Far away when a beloved cried I took her emotions, I took her voice To her lover on the otherside Then all of a sudden, loud noises sullen Attacked in the passage and I dropped her message Horns and sirens they come from towns treading in them, I sometimes regret" Again he said, "Oh! I am sorry Miss, I didn't do that" "It's okay, you are blind and innocent I know that" then he replied, "No! I said this because, my dear That whoever you meet, make it clear Would say the same that I had said That I am sorry, but I didn't do that"
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Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 1:10 PM UTC
I am the Wind and He was the Blind
Agraphas of celestial Gone lost to agnostic theory Blockage of truth By rich men and blet disguise Blight meanderers Taketh and don't giveth Sin liveth On aching tongues to all defeat Buck they needeth to be Boiled in purest skim Wherein they haveth newest of skin's Refreshed by dyed fruit Non talkers To mutes They cometh by packs They weareth bookbags for college knowledge Shocked by truth and fact Cynic cyclonal's Cyclical to life Engulfed by confusion Cut by their own knife!!
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Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 12:00 PM UTC
पहेली की कहानियों ( Enigma tales) hindi tongue
God, Shalt thou taketh me soon? For there's no room in thy delight for such a pest. I've done so less, Yet not mine own best...... In thine created fashions!!!! For I haveth none more passion for living Just pills to **** Lyrics to numb To be dumbed down in deadened tracks, Still sinning!!!! Fate wilt surely break me down For thy ground is readily fastening this vest!!! Forgiveth me heavenly one May I be blessed as these wrongs I stand to roar..... To unearhtly shores I will divine into, No more need's for ties nor shoes Color's to flutter the palate!!!!! None more hurt nor malice Just ancestor's of old to showeth me foretold knowledge!!! No school nor college to be needed Not this heart To be broken Just a soul plunged and blet!!!! God taketh me in angelic abyss For I will not be missed For this world knoweth not love, It knoweth me not!!!!!!! It never wanted to.....
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Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 11:18 AM UTC
Natus morientium ( Born dying) latin tongue