My voice stucked in my lips, when
I want to tall how it feels.
My worry body, my wounded heart
In hand of time's laws.
But my brain don't process through,
Words moved away..oh there,
In my dream of birds and blues,
Of tomb and cemeteries, of heaths ;
There lies my joy in birth and death.
Yet I, sing of happy days,
Yet, I longed to see the sun came
Climbing up the mountains of burdens.
Yet I longed for peace , blooding in wounds
That my years left on me.
I sing thy happy song,
Know not what else to do.
My limbs falling away
Yet I sailing you glue .
Yet I sing of beauty and moons,
With thousand questions shaking in my head ,
Oh life! Where do thy end?
( this one I believe worse every poetry written in Wattpad(if you call it poetry at all.This is the last one of the sequence.i again reminding I wrote in prosaic form and only capital letters indicates start of line . Actually I am having problem in line length,I have a sort essay ready . Problem is I wrote it in my vernacular language and now translating it. Anyway I most try to be quick.
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My heart's content
Poesiaa short collection of my feelings in prosaic verse. type -subjective tone- mostly elegiac form and rhythm- free verse with no specific rhythm , experimental Short story, Essay, and letters.
