Biography of Gloria Seseng
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Gloria Seseng's Works:
Soon coming 'Delusion of the enemy with-in'
Gloria Seseng Poems
...The World Is Too Much With Us!
A circuit that caters for all, Wrapped in; ready for a banquet! 10 gallons of time served, smiles at your persistent foolishness!
Each life, lays a hand on existence, with a gift to inspires other- In a very special way!
Origin Of Space To Get Here
There is a honey bee, Trapped in a bird cage! Sometimes it sat there speechless! But when shaking dusk to wake up!
Evil Deeds Solidly Appear In Torso
Words gathered around for dispatch, Each letter crawled to the station platform! In anticipation! We all waited to catch, An old luggage of love treasure missing form!
Gravity Of Our Situation
Gravity of our situation, Ripples of our decision! An awkward emotional sound…! What we don’t look forward to strengthen
A Little Red Rose State
It is that time of the year Cold! Cold! Red winter roses Positioned over the entire countryside The snow glints on the leave!
Alone on a long, long walk to simplicity! It had turned to be tricky in dragging our eyebrows up! For we witness a set of isolation!
We Are Here Because Of Dawn!
Smell a peach lemon dropp of sweetness! For pain to eventually pinch fulfilment...! At the place of the happening of time
Mad In Pursuit
Beyond many-many flaunting waves, of salty clouds! I thought our love was deep! One mile through the storm of mystery... Suddenly!
Nightlife Blues Of Geneses
Geneses is comfortably watching! I know by the background which color shouts! It is the one which is likely empty!
On A Silent Slice Of Freedom
On a silent slice of freedom To breathe a pause! It’s the Soul-child’s approbation- ‘long awaiting flee to blossom!
I Think You Know…!
I think you know…! Only once before each crash a crave; a taste; a gentle knot! A slap of entire outside-in
Flashback! Escape From Egypt
There was a time, we used to sit on a very strange tree! To-the-view, out with my bag of thoughts! I set a mood to lecturing time,
I Had Spoken Once
Awaken the concision of a child’s unhealthy mind,
With a violin whispering unto creativity beyond
Had hoped in the wake of! to make me an amazing army assembly!
All stood there without resonance, but swollen with grand thought!
The stare within, kept the well of numerous tears back
A restless pulse of the soul beating up the night!
Upset for the mind had lost its remarkable sight!
Bundles of what I have seen to know!
A harsh flock of words agitation!