Butterfly oh yes!
she feels the pain agony the sorrow
for yesterday today and tomorrow!
she conceives all all the sin
...
In this world! Man!
I need space; a little
peace a little grace!
...
I've walked through
many loves
some; my friend's
some; my own
...
She was on the edge of her emotion!
No; not in the well of a void!
But in the abyss of
the truth,
...
It was not the midnight drill,
Nor any dream necked in blue.
People may cover their own defense,
When night becomes true.
...
During the monsoon, all my raindrops drag me
Towards the fast lane of memories.
Taking all the skies and the stretched blues.
Feeling not like the dead warriors
...
she was talking in undertone
like the old hermits of the
Buddhist Monastery
...
Poetry is the wave
drenching the sea-shore!
Sea-gull hovering overhead!
Poetry is lilack
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