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A Tree In A Barren Soil
I'm a tree in a barren soil, Shedding its leaves as tears I cannot grow more here, Under the scorching hatredness
I'm An Orphan
Here I'm an orphan in this world And so have I much to remember Those who have no-one in this world, would have a lot of memories to remember
I was under the impression, That you were loving me....... Wasn't I just up your street? Wasn't I the canary of your bougainvillaea?
Will you love me?
This night is so desperate like my woeful heart Oh, this lonliness killing me alive But it's so hard to get true love
Shall I Die?
The night rain pouring pearls Over our green pasures Like you shower your kiss Over my pearly cheeks
Dreams Of My Sea
Dreams were uncountable, Of my palpable heart Though I melt like Sun, In the Zodiac belt of mind
Who was that?
I found a light In my garden That was so bright Like his blue eyes
I'm Not A Girl But A Woman!
I'm amazed by the way people treating me Bamboozled by their naked staring What they want from me? Why they wish to talk with me?
What do you want from me?
What do you want from me? Do you want my mind? Do you want my heart? Do you want my soul?
He's not a boy but a man! ! !
He loved me though I rather cute Or I was not ever such a nice girl But he was so madly in love with me We never did meet to eat popcorn
You're like a rain
When I walk through the rain I feel your love like the drops That soaking my heart and soul To dissolve all my pains of my heart
''Life is a gambling'', gambling by fate, o'er certain innocent souls And I was the one,
You Never Changed!
How many times have I written? How many times have I said? How many times have I showed? I changed my style!
The Spring Has Come
It's the time of mirth The spring has come In my lonely island When he whispered
Comments about Rose Rose
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
A Tree In A Barren Soil
I'm a tree in a barren soil,
Shedding its leaves as tears
I cannot grow more here,
Under the scorching hatredness
Of many a shining sun above me
I'm so scared to live here
Soon I'll be falling in to the hands
Of this parched land,
Leaving all my dreams and hopes'
Where I may sleep like a dead wood
But my soul will wake up like an angel
In an eternal world of love and peace
with her stretched wings
Where I'll not shed my feathers as tears!