Soul
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Fidgeting Aims
Yet, I rise with the sun on my back. It wobble; it wiggle But, nonetheless, I remain on my track “This one, I shall sack!” in my manifesto, But I don’t know. Our purest goals are lingered with hints of skepticism I’m sure that I know. This road burns, unbelievably Hope diminishes, as progression proceeds.… Continue reading
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Moon Soul (Prt. 2)
I will write and scribble and scratch Because some souls are attractive But hers is victorious, Through her cries flooding the sea And scaring the oceans away, bearing the ocean floor To being a canvas for her to scribble her sentiments, Her moments Her beauty, hidden in her soul So I scratch, powered by my… Continue reading
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Moon Soul (Prt. 1)
I will write about the girl that made love to me under the night sky after she had poured out her soul with me under the retreat in dusk The girl that bared her soul like a knight’s sword naked Under the moon light And suddenly her soul started glowing light like a knight’s sword… Continue reading