Spear to our necks from depression like a pest.
Mirror echoing ugliness of our soul.
Lines-snaked in our palms portraying our destinies.
Bodies speaks of insatiable-inbalanced diet
With every thought;the spear thrusts us.
Anguish in our body;but clothed with a 32-tooth grin.
Lust endowed as love with sure future of pain but we embrace it,
With hope of marriage tomorrow.
A hamlet of dreams replicate zillions of hope.
Avalanche of breeze glide in our hearts.
Future uncertain? I think it's a hypothesis.
Words unborn yet but lingering in my mind.
Ideas effloresce .
Felt the breath of flamboyance.
Hope the sun glows tomorrow to give us hope
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PuisiʙしAǸĸ pAＧ㉫ The blank page on the table, Compelled me to write About the things that happen Without my might. Like the shining of the Sun And the twinkling of the stars. Of the heaven-like beauty In the universe spread so far. About mother nature An...
