Bojael lamarkho Poems

The dim touch, of this dying moon`s,
Yet, compels agony within this night.
The pale hearts, for their loss, cries and mourns,
While still eager to share, even a claw of light.
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Those blue beads noticed around your nick,
I wonder my lady from where did they came?
For last night, some stars in the sky’s fabric
Were been missed out within their frame.
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My dearest is going to get married soon.
So I am decreasing the sequence of the flirts.
And as much as happiness brought by, to our zone,
Her walk away afterwards, is what really hurts.
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