Confide

Sometimes I refrain to write, It costs too much nerves to confide, I am the easy-going type, who kept my world tight. Sometimes I eager to write, Astonished by soul”s hidden line, I am the dreamer type, yet rides the earthy tide. Sometimes I prefer the grand symphony, With rose, champagne, tympani, But all I…

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The War of Roses

Tireless is the strikes of my loyal white horse Lightening speed, intense gaze She’s set up for the war of roses . Ask me the goodness of the existence of this black rose Indeed, as you assume now No virtue improves her No lesson teaches her No religion refines her . Save the delicate exploitation…

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Who Writes The Poem

Who would write the poem? I urged earnestly . Heart can’t write Weak patient She can’t even hold the pen . Thoughts can’t write Suspicious fellow She can’t even prove her sanity . Mind can’t write Conscious shamer She better deny . Memories can’t write Fragile child She better hide . At last Blood answers…

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