The winter was supposed for a moment to blow through the brush of the painter with no drinks Incidentally look at here how it did lean the ladder against a pleasantly cozy sun The bothersome landscape would for sure change when it warms up its hands In the back side, let the dark sections of
we descend for divine and supreme creatures provoke us we see the resembling one, and the other to discomfort we surround because love cannot force us to be more cautious some of us know without any reason what plausible is thousands of darkness if it dumped out on us the opportunity without touching a piece
the incredible fatigue test undergone by most humans as well as most up to date equipment to salve the community or a shiny kit a major find comes to not-haves piece by piece paying a price proves to be a tall order attention escapes fearless endeavors and machine life watching in amazement it can get
Waking up from a darkness And to anchor At a massive obscurity This is life, isn’t it? The process in the fate unknown to us Where it originates and where it ends This gives us hopes, doesn’t it? One has to taste to the limits The flavor of life. One needs to inhale The breath
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Initially Dusk clothed it The night was BLACK after all It was in love with moonlight It waited for hours All of sudden it saw that When ascending somewhere The night was SLIM after all It did not have dreams In the bosom of ill gotten sleeps Naked was its soul It covered its body
I write this poem In thunder, in the light of lightning Like a cinema I visualize the past I enter the time tunnel To go to my childhood I fly to those chirpy years Like birds I become a lazy and mischievous boy I fidget; I clutter the area here and there When I am
(The woman with doves) white doves perched on the terrace of the woman rearing collared doves two eggs descended from the imaginary time from the cycle of violin sounds the woman smoking by looking at the birds the doves by the bank of dreamy river were zooming their cameras in the sky they were watching
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“My love life is terrible. The last time I was inside a woman was when I visited the Statue of Liberty.” Woody Allen a traveler afield there meanderingly ascends the lips – from the interior stairs – of a woman with a skin of copper color: yankee, go home! yankee, go home! i have never
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Neither a bell sound nor a blare out of the shrine The soul looks for a divine light, a ring in the azure For werewolf the lion share Sirens to seize control of the night Great genius of Dr. Jekyll, the great trouble of the man for which priests cannot find a cure Human being
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Two Different Persons In effect we were walking on the same route, The same features, the same beauty were offered to us. The same air, the same water circulated in our bodies. You always grumbled “why this route is so narrow and obstructed”? I was glad on cliffy roads as if I was at the
