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O Lord! I have become weary of human assemblages!
When the heart is sad no pleasure in assemblages can be
I seek escape from tumult, my heart desires
The silence which speech may ardently love!
Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred,
Promoted thence to deck her mistress' head;
Next for some gracious service unexpress'd,
And from its wages only to be guess'd
Lily! lady of the garden!
Let me press my lip to thine!
Love must tell its story, Lily!
Listen thou to mine.
Round me now, beneath the weeping willow,
Night's refreshing breezes blow;
Anguish drove me from a sleepless pillow
Hours and hours ago.
Will you be there when I'm down,
And catch me when I fall?
Will you hold me when I need
To feel the warmth of your touch?
as an alone wanderer
He is always standing by me
When i am in trouble
Listens to the cry of my heart
A safe shelter, and like a medicine
What a fire burns on, O confidante,
What a fire it is!
My eyes are filled with tears, O confidante
What a fire burns in my heart!
Don't forbid confidante,
since I have welcomed him;
death I have surrendered to him
to take the pains of death.
Ill-fated crowds neath unchained clouds: the Silent City braved
against a sudden flashing flood, unleashing lashing waves,
which stripped its stony structures, blown with neutron bursts that laved.
Pour your heart out to me
Don't keep it bottled up inside
'Twill fester and will poison you
Until a part of you has died.
Dived willfully into Pandora's box
Through mucilaginous theist pox
And mythological non sequitur of
That gay one who is the abode of virtue
Incessantly murmurs thy name,
On hearing a word of thee
His limbs are pervaded by a thrill,
On the way back home, they think of them,
They buy something for their valentines,
A cup cake and a cute bucket of ice cream,
Their Valentine like these items the most,
Ah lady! ah lady! hear a word,
At length having seen (him) I have come again;
Looking, looking, (my) pain increased,
Whatever was done profited not.
A crazy woman
With no other work
Daily sitting in front
Of my assembled PC
where we stand taller
than the island republic
White doves and stormy petrels
light upon the living room walls,
in robust compatibility,
teaching odd wedded rituals,
Winter has made its way
Through my hearth
There are glacial formations
Where once wheat of inseparable toil
First born ten big brother to those acting like twin, lording it over them sometimes playful friend to mom, serious scholar competitive high regard for education, still loves running throw in football as defender he claim, go on bath yourself magic number is finally here, critical sibling pointing out changes exaggeratedly, what a relief puberty knowledge squabble is over, hilarious to witness mother helpless responding embarrassedly, no worries though still influential team leader sons follow, birthday boy listens obeys rules acknowledges restrictions, often challenges tests authority to know what his confidante allow, curbs himself as an adult would diplomatic tactic he unleashes, fast learner competent reader fun lover nephew bright chap, blessed be your path filled with appetite for wisdom to grasp
Psychological violation is what am going through right now,
Like Cambridge Analytica phishing for my innermost desires,
My open area character flaws are being used to alter my composure,
I trusted a quack therapist with all my personal information,
57 years of a blissful life it has been
Fond memories galore
A myriad of experiences have gone by
Life has truly been beautiful!
There is no language better than silence
Often seen people talking in silence in life
Every great invention is the product of silence
we sleep as friends now
and you are in deep slumber
as i watch
i get drunk sometimes
and it really makes me feel good
my head become as light as
a feather and my hands so free
I am torn between the sharpest of wits
And the glitter of extreme gentle grace
That lighter minds dub drop-dead beauty,
For which blunter blokes kill these days.
March is international woman s day
International woman s day where there are more women
In the work force than ever before and in each field
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