kashmir why never not its own,
always lost and always thrown
never ever can taste the purity,
which freedom has in its security... more »
THE END... more »
i know that the dark is out
but i have yet stared not,
reading the books, for me,
which be burden to me,... more »
all the dreams crushed below for love,
but now she's turning away some how.
why such a thing did she,
breaking me all apart.... more »
o, for my dreams to be broken,
and my will to be soten
my own turned me apart
breaking me of the life cart.... more »
Up above the carpet trees
Loud and clear said the breeze.
Are you coming or not in the lonely dark,
Where the mistress of beauty
Behold the keys, of the rest.
In her heavens which are seized
And Where you rest in peace.
Beholding her beauty on your face
But you are at the end
Like the salmons back to there,
Where they came from
Same for the man, in the world.
Sent by the God and back to God,
So why to feel pain f
If you have a relief, in hand
So time to think and make some deeds
Those which good mans ...