Bonics Bachinela Poems

Just another serene night!
A phantom's whisper,
Encamping in a turret,
a self-called bivouac.
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I am felicity,
In mysterious ways.
And, The felicity is me.
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When waters, still clear,
air, was still pure,
no smoke of war,
no wrath of time,
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Appreciating flambouyance in virtual reality,
to recompense a soul,
sole, in bivouac, from battling endlessly.
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When doors' ajar but jammed,
air's free but expensive,

living within the city but isolated,
and, all you have's a window,
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'Tis the empathy lost in the stillness of war,
The kind i have been missing for long,
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Looking through the windows
Of one's soul,
With core, unleashed
Through reflected gore.
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Amidst deafening bellows,
Flight with daunting sorrows,
Thoughts boundlessly soaring
Over panoramic dreams.
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Walking desolate
With all errand dove within
Pent up smears,
Minding not snares
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A voice calls softly,
Dancing graciously
With the wind's gust.
A minstrel in hush,
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