- - My Stella - - 37 Poem by Prabir Gayen
- - My Stella - - 37
- - my stella - 37
- -: : Love forever with me: : -
A fly or a honeybee or a butterfly, may be a bird of broken wings agog and airy with panicked pain,
stroke my heart and sore to the core and plethoric burn within being.
Troubled, untamed and restlesssoul and vacant dream moved Iwith, driven by pawky andhideous pain unknown and uncouth.
It wast the day that thou left me behind,
Forgot me and made thyself a dream oblivious.
Thou went awayfar from me and went forforever,
Never to return, never to look back.
Ashell or carapacedejected for new equilibrium, I lived as no one, and thy annulment and outgoing from me baptized my heart to the world.
Empty heart with wordless pain that death seems deliverance the best.
Redemption or restitution off the passion that churned the heart once with the love for thee
Is a lostof Elysium or utopian bliss of my whatness.
In the womb of my heart thou art without an image, emotion and thoughtless caliber.
The purity of my soul, thou art, and the hindrance to foul and dingy deeds and dependence.
Is a lostof Elysium or utopian bliss of my whatness. In the womb of my heart thou art without an image, emotion and thoughtless caliber. The purity of my soul, thou art, and the hindrance to foul and dingy deeds and dependence.
Is a lostof Elysium or utopian bliss of my whatness. In the womb of my heart thou art without an image, emotion and thoughtless caliber. The purity of my soul, thou art, and the hindrance to foul and dingy deeds and dependence.
It wast the day that thou left me behind, Forgot me and made thyself a dream oblivious. Thou went awayfar from me and went forforever, Never to return, never to look back.
A fly or a honeybee or a butterfly, may be a bird of broken wings agog and airy with panicked pain, stroke my heart and sore to the core and plethoric burn within being. Troubled, untamed and restlesssoul and vacant dream moved Iwith, driven by pawky andhideous pain unknown and uncouth
A fly or a honeybee or a butterfly, may be a bird of broken wings agog and airy with panicked pain, stroke my heart and sore to the core and plethoric burn within being. Troubled, untamed and restlesssoul and vacant dream moved Iwith, driven by pawky andhideous pain unknown and uncouth. It wast the day that thou left me behind,
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5/19/2024 4:24:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very difficult thought of the theme of love..