The fear,
Designed in the fainted green of our beaut
Uniform, makes us more matured
In the battle of boundaries of
...
And you give birth to the long ago pregnancy of interest,
You feed it with the breast of eagerness,
Clothes it with the colourful clothes of wants
...
With all your effort on me;
I'm still but a student
With those dry and wet heads
...
Digger of deceased grave,
Eager to eat thousands flesh, your
Apoplectic face lure people into graves
Transporter to another world;
...
In that your backyard beautiful-yellow Lilly,
Looking for gentle rodents
I eyed you beautiful lady
My heart wriggled turn transparent,
...
The love sat on me to think,
And the accent of it's pun
Turn the sky pink
To see the moon like a star, laughter on
...
In the wings of night
I'll fly to bid you 'goodnight'
The hungry mouth of sleep awaits me
...
A metaphorical artist, poet and keyboardist, specialist in ballpoint pen art and poetry)
Word Of A Poet
The fear,
Designed in the fainted green of our beaut
Uniform, makes us more matured
In the battle of boundaries of
Weepy war where
Gentle guns ganged up the hills
Facing foreword far from farmlands and
It tongues ready to speak any language
From around the world
Snippers slumbering in ambush over mountains and
Will cries any time waken at bottom,
It will cry nakedly when hit at trigger...
Tru, tu, tu,
Tru, tu, tu
The silent screams of slumbering snippers
Many a machine gun glaring and mourning
For chilled-sweet wine
Fostering the fasting pistol to break with red wines
This is a terrifying terror!
Beneath the mountain alongside the stream...
Lined up naked emotional arrow and
Skinned Spears to emotionally kiss
The flesh of wine and taste from the wine,
From the silky-splash of red wine
Boomerangs dancing up and down to
The song of there silence
And numberless number of tall-build up
Soldiers standing straight
These are real soldiers!
Admist a terrifying terror of tangled jungle
And all these are few in the
Powerful word of the mouth of the poet.
Today is the mother of tomorrow
To forgive is not to forget; forgiveness is the ability to remember someone else's sin and guilt against you and overlook
𝘌𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦
𝘌𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘶𝘶𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘩𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘮𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦