Is this life I seek Is this purity I recall Is this love I felt Is this death I ordered And If i could write them all,
Many could milk a cow or Learn how to milk a cow and Still obliterate to cluster the st… One take in milking a cow, Multiple could shoot a rifle in ev…
You don’t have to be in distress t… Just like you don’t have to breath… You don’t have to be tall to leap You certainly don’t have to be sho… You don’t have to be loud to sing
I think mostly When there Is no ink No pen Or when my
I am Incredibly Lucky Check me out In few years
Hunger for silence Voice cracked whistles blown Cattles lost Ego’s bruised
The blind goose with a solemn hear… White, pure and goes on and on and… But without the trails of the rest… All she ever sees was darkness, Darkness –this long parable and na…
I always Knew she Was going To be hot But not
Close your eyes What do you see? Light Or darkness They are as bad as Each other, too
Tomorrow is a pretense Which you have to consciously Bel…
There are many Means of writing Mostly In caves.
I have spread the sheet to my bed… Now that there is no more experien… Now there is no more poetry, and n… There is nothing new to write abou… Under the sun or far away from bey…
A simple choice is a great certain… For her own sacred delight, With love among all odds And transparency among every refle… With death above usual peace,
You should see the sketch of sorro… You should see the pain written in… You should try to dig what is hidd… Can you not see how her eyes are t… When her brows flinches up and dow…
A heart that flee out of her chest… And the bottom of smiles bewilderi… From her crest; for beauty is her… Strength and her soft pink lips pa… Heaven in devil’s despair,
