Tony Md

I am the voice
crying the night,
so broad as a choice
endlessly and always hurt
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A dream of the old
baffled and cold
literally means, with it's scripts uphold
a new day is born...
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My mind is still lustful
my conscious is black
darker than my shadow
pain, stress, sorrow
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I wish,
I wish I could wake up tomorrow
With joy, and not with sorrow
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Tangled as a feather,
Brittle as old leather
Words so prudent and tender
Yet a weapon in the hands of a traitor...
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As the city sleeps
the dawn of the nights awakes
And I walk alone
In these empty streets
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Diamond knows no worth
Till its natural index of wealth
Fades from the earth
Still not like it you're, Precious...
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Sometimes he feel
as if his living life on a fairy tale
For he follows it up to it's trail
But leaves it hanging like a bell
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Like a deer longing for water,
My soul yearns.
Only you can feel my deep hunger,
My heart burns.
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Aspiration
I choose to live in disguise
Far apart from these deep blue skies,
I choose to be a pendant from these diamonds
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Fields of grain filled with sweet,
Blooms in spring, with seasonal blight.
White clouds above green fields,
with the sun splendidly lit.
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There is sorrow enough in the natural way,
though we keep it or throw it away,
it's us to bid, for our hearts to mend....
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Seasons, seasons
Seasons are nature
Day and night are it's keen treasure
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Pleasant sweet fragrance,
Life to the fullest on basics
Leads me on
On, to the breaking dawn...
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As the sun slowly grows to gray,
snowflakes and hillstones begin to fall.
Up a hill, and across the mountain side in a deep blue bay,
the fading sun shines like an orange light-ball...
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As pink strikes above dark hills,
The sky turns into white fumes,
The waters glow so shallow,
A long silence strikes so narrow,
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Lovers of the sun
lovers of the heart
shin so bright like stardust light
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