The sky lays at the dark lane.
That stars don't gleamer at all.
The darker hood up holds the head.
That the nomad don't nead.
A symbol with a character of its self.
Through the lanes of Lwakaka.
Thus he was born.
gleamering nights don't sleep.
The black fiend's onic opened.
A strange creature filled with blood.
A leader of the nomad race.
Has come to live.
That what was said.
Is being done.
It has come to pass.
That he is born.
of the nomad race.
untitled up holds thee
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NOT COMMENTED YET XXXXHELLLOOOOOOO O NEW GR8 POET READ U U HAVE COME AFTER A LONG TYME NOW READ MY POEM MOMS SMILES AND THIS ONE STARLESS NIGHT Starless Sky - Poem by me poet yeps poet Woh raat kahan jisss mein tare naheen woh poetry kya jiss koe pad kar hazaaron mareai heee naheen yehi hai poet kee zindagi tuuu hoe ya na hoe rahengay poets sirf hummm heee Do continue to read us kabhee bhee