A sudden eerie deserted conviction has
left in the lurch
distinct diversion and sui generis
all told
I miss the whole nine yards

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A numbness did my soul seal
With a cold air nudging
to the garden of remembrance,
trilling of birds and insects within
I seek for thee
On reaching your sepulchre,
Chrysanthemums blooms
Cypress trees renders with laminar flow
The scythe cleaves me apart
A numbness did my soul seal.

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The whispers in the morning
the shutters in the night
while cattles searches for sea
I search for thee.
While in the macrocosm of anemones,
I search for thy eyes to voyage betwixt.
Whilst being in the cosmos,
I will still linger as Le Verrier's terrene.
I be sinked in thy vehemence
and drenched in thine moments
collateral ere.

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Spent the nights in sleeping
in endless shades of gray,
Through all of the pain and
all the combat.
Our sorrows, aren't they fidelity infidel?
I do, still do
Barter my morning light with thy stars
Admire a melody, the one that beats inside thy chest.
My heart, still knit threads over
with the prickling needles
by thy name, thy love.

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It was Buried underneath time ago
The number of tears,
I hide deep and dark unclear
Holding a heavy pot.
Love, do you bother to find me underneath the covers?
But I promised, in the changing of seasons
I will hold you within an ace in the winter with
My Bruised heart, the Endless nights.
I unsay my words,
The lover, in me is tired. The poet, in me is tired.

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Happens, happens for good.




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Reliving you standing
quiet in the rain.
I feel you in the pouring rain.
I ran to your heart, to be near
but the needles torn a huge hole
wrecking, the crown of thorns
it is so cold.
Im bleeding, bleeding internally
Please, for god's sake
rain it down!

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I had a dream,
I got everything I wanted.



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"do you still love him?"
- Imagine. You are sailing on the ocean, feeling it waves;
beneath and atop.
Rapporting it's homely ardour. treasuring the precious mines.
going with the flow, tides. because now, you're home, you don't see it
anymore;
perhaps you clean forget?
But, the surges still afloats you. It's not your love,
that keeps you afloat, but the two.— % &O my love
you will descry me every night
on your boulevard,
with my eyes glued to your oriel,
waiting for your holy and radiant glimpse.— % &

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Attributes~

His broad eyes, captures a beautinous world of gardens.
A fragileness, an innoceny.
Craving others, dipsominia; drunkness.— % &His nose-
sharpen than tungsten, small
delicate, yet mischevious;
for fall.— % &His lips, pouted
over red than the petals of rose.
from where shall I start to praise you— % &The jowl,
sharply cromulent as chiseled by a sculptor.
The complexion of skin,
all soft and viselike.— % &His forehead and temples,
straightened and wider.
His hair,
smoother and radiant than that of silk.— % &His husky, deep voice
is the most appealing sound to my ears,
I have ever heard of.— % &Thy way of eclipsing,
the love and bracing
way of hiding emotions, indifferent.
from where shall I start to praise you— % &His five-letter name,
is a miracle.
Have a glance on the tie between
Aisha and the Holy prophet.
They too reminisce our names~— % &The life of this, and hereafter
is all to you.
O, the Jehovah of my verses
from where shall I start to praise you— % &

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