A havoc of chaos wrecked
The country as they portray
Nonetheless, the Dragon
gushes the fire by sending
Warplanes and Ransome attacks
From their mainland
On to the neighborhood.

The deep state propaganda
To project the Fear. Is to Act
Fear and in dark, we fear everything.
Is what the Geopolitical wicked of the
Central Asia wants to shower
On the world.

#InternationalTurblence
#GeoSastraInCentralAsia.
#DragonNeverSleeps.

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The tickle of the ebbs,
That flows infinitely;
Through the picture
Of you, on the wall
Of my heart;
Ignite the rhythm
of play, for the melody;
To drench in.

- Whispering Conscience.
-InkedHeart.

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"Dolce
Far
Niente."

For the Soul.

Best Implored to Self.


- Whispering Conscience
-Inkedheart

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Either You Play or Drown
But the Script
- "Tell Me how it ends"
Never burns the breathe
To exhale the demon.

- Whispering Conscience
-InkedHeart

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Deep depths of despair
Burnt through the
Roads of my heart.
Why the glee
Wait for the autumn
Turn a disdained eye
Yet, I breathe in
Dark solace for
The shower of you.

- Whispering Conscience
- InkedHeart

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At the Heart frozen by the
Winter of the dark.
Yet, the invincible summer
Of your smile;
Flew the serene bliss
Of the new glimmer.

- Whispering Conscience
-InkedHeart

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Take the heart for you
The burns, I gasp
In the open dark.
Of you, I entreat
For the better dawn
Of - Namàrië.

- Whispering Conscience
- Inkedheart

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I still play the Hearts;
Only to be slashed;
From the spades of you,
Yet, they shimmer like diamonds
Being humble clubs they breathe.

- Whispering Conscience

- InkedHeart

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Cut my soul,
Let, those butterflies fly all over;
Why the chasm of your love
Still, ignite the Bliss?
Never, the heart set on fire,
Had the courage to
Build a war.
But to turn the sails,
& burn in Peace.

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You, the fairy tale spell
The magic all over.
I ride high above the moon;
To the warm whiffs of you;
Why? the game of you,
Can't be close to my glare.
Yet, the play with your
Dreams for the Soul to lit.

- Whispering Conscience™
- InkedHeart

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