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The Birds Of Peace
No one Knows,
When and where to,
The birds of peace,
From the crop of time,
A Piece Of Prose
Time for prayers in love is fixed,
Time to bathe with spontaneous tears,
At some moment of self-negation,
To reckon thousands of times
I Have To Seek Out
I have to seek out yet,
A star out of
The assortment of dried leaves,
The same star that loosened once,
On The Iceland Of Purgatory
The waves were beheaded,
The shore was annoyed to,
In the whirlpool of loneliness,
The oars got lost,
Melancholy of the wilderness
Blocks the paths, she does not know
The art how to hide behind the bushes.
Time Will Warble
The streets beckon me,
Display me the same sights,
The heads bent on the sills,
The same motionless puppets,
Half-Eaten Hopes
I live on half-eaten hopes,
Sitting amid the corpses,
But I yearn for a miracle to be happened,
That someone might breathe,
A Painful Phenomenon
I want to pace ahead raising my head,
I want to live finding my own existence,
Whenever I stride ahead,
Several small and big whirlwinds,
My Voice Soars
I am still sitting at the same spot,
Where you unburdened tedium
Of tiresome centuries.
I sit there engrossed,
Let Us Grow
How dingy is the Earth!
The Night has confined It too,
Come! Let us all grow the moons.

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