Bojael lamarkho Poems

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The Night Of The Pale Moon

The dim touch, of this dying moon`s,
Yet, compels agony within this night.
The pale hearts, for their loss, cries and mourns,
While still eager to share, even a claw of light.

The Blue Beads

Those blue beads noticed around your nick,
I wonder my lady from where did they came?
For last night, some stars in the sky’s fabric
Were been missed out within their frame.

My Dearest Colleague Is About To Quit …

My dearest is going to get married soon.
So I am decreasing the sequence of the flirts.
And as much as happiness brought by, to our zone,
Her walk away afterwards, is what really hurts.

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